First of all, they ain't served up Vietnamese style.
If you could have seen the looks of confusion on those poor Thai's faces when I asked for lettuce, basil, mint - all the greens you usually get from the Viet folks when they serve up spring rolls. Dead chaos and confusion...cause they really wanna give you what you desire, but have no idea what the frosty hell you are talking about. Their rolls just don't come out that way!
There was one and only one street stall that immediately tossed my fresh rice paper wrapped spring roll into a tiny plastic bag, littered it with some cukes, a bit of lettuce and some fish sauce and took my 30 cents - somehow they knew a bit of the drill. The most delish fried rolls on all of the island. Restaurant versions were a mix between good, damn good and downright delicious, but nothing like the street hawker version. That was just simply some next level fry up.
There is a place here in LA that I must try before I head back to NJ next week - Jitlada. Supposed to be the very best Thai in all of LA. Southern style. I've seen pix, they look next to perfect. 10 more days and I'm gone. Simply unreal.
In other breaking news though - I scored myself a new sailboat slip in the marina. Channel side. Super cool. AND, AND, AND...I meet with my FloBo architect this week. He has the first pass ready of the Flo upgrade. Cannot wait!