Just round the corner from my ladyfriend’s flat is a small, unassuming shop face. Sometimes there’s a sign outside advertising that they’re open but, being in Scotland, more often than not it is blown face down on the floor.

On our way into town, we walked past the dark windows and the closest I came to bearing it any mind is that I sang “I love it when you call me Bluerapa” to the tune of Notorious B.I.G’s Big Poppa (and now you will too).

It wasn’t until we were looking for somewhere to eat that we found out that it was actually a restaurant. Not only that, it is a Thai restaurant. Noodle’s favourite food is Thai food and we had been looking for somewhere nearby that we could grab a meal from. So we decided to give it a go.

Holy mother of the lord, we are glad that we did.

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