Stalking the Elusive Thai....
I had to go right past Piper's Lagoon, which is one of my favourite places for sitting, staring into space, and as I had a few minutes to spare, I pulled in there and got my camera out. Poor Piper's Lagoon. The tide was so low, it was more like Piper's Puddle, but the view beyond it was still splendid.
I stood for a few minutes, taking pictures, savouring the soy latte I had bought along the way, then went to pick up Pat. We drove up to Metral Drive, where Kasira Fine Thai Cuisine is. After a couple of false starts, I managed to find the place - I really haven't been getting out enough lately - but the extra driving gave us a chance to chat. Pat asked whether I would mind driving up to Coombs, which is half an hour or a bit more northwest of where we would be having lunch, and I agreed readily. I love visiting Coombs.
When we finally found Kasira Thai, we discovered that it is closed on Mondays. Oh, fine. By now we were getting really hungry. I remembered suddenly that there was a Thai restaurant in Parksville, which is on the way to Coombs, so we changed our plans and headed north to Parksville. We were a little apprehensive. I think we were both worried that we would find a "Closed Mondays" sign on the door again, but we didn't. We found the little, unassuming restaurant where I had eaten once before (with Jane, on one of our Girls' Days Out). I think the place is called Bangkok Thai Food. For some reason, its name won't stick with me. I just know how to find it. We enjoyed a lunch of green curry, coconut rice, and a dish with a name about as long as this page is wide. It had cashews and carrots and tofu and Thai basil in it, and I don't know what else. Whatever it was, it was very tasty. I hunted for a website, hoping to find the menu, but as I said, this is a very unassuming little restaurant, and I don't think the owner has heard of the internet yet.
There was one uncomfortable moment during lunch. I ordered green tea with my lunch. It came in a little pot, and I was given a Chinese teacup. Pat ordered "regular", which is to say black, tea. "Red Rose?" said the proprietor. Yes, Red Rose would be fine. Pat's tea came in the form of a cup with a tea bag and water in it. There was also a little saucer on which were packets of sugar and something in the way of creamer. We managed to convey to the proprietor that Pat would like milk for her tea, not White Death, and he brought that, but we never figured out why I rated a teapot and she had to settle for a bag in a cup. Never mind. Apart from that, lunch was very pleasant.
Coombs Country Market, which is full of the most amazing variety of foodstuffs, as well as pottery from Mexico, wind chimes, bamboo screens -- I found packages of little foreshortened clothes pegs, each one sporting a wooden ladybug about the size of a bumblebee. (I didn't buy them. I tried to think of a use for them, but failed.) I did buy a tin of Tieguanyin tea (which I'm sampling right now as I sit here remembering my day).
I'll repost this now - Blogger gobbled up my post when it was only half finished. I think my laptop is possessed.