KHAO SOI KHUN YAI
Sitting at Khun Yai you almost can't hear yourself think from all the Americans screaming at the top of their lungs. "Awww maaa gaaad, this is like sooooo like gooood". Like, we get it. Just realise your like, voice cuts like, different to us Europeans, like. Something about your nasal cavity adding extra sharpness that cuts through glass. Whatever, just be mindful of it. Ouch.
Back to the food. The Khao Soi here used to be better. Simply put. I don't know if the ladies are slipping or the constant throng of tourists has dulled their spirits, but something ain't right. Don't get me wrong, there are far far worse bowls of Khao Soi in Chiang Mai (Nimman we're looking at you), but I feel like it's lacking some love that used to fawn over it's surface.
If you're in the neighborhood and can't be fucked to go to Prince, Maesai, Lung Prakid or Lamduan, then perhaps pull up a chair here, insert earplugs, and munch your way through a tasty but underwhelming bowl. If I were you, I'd be in a cab heading to Prince.
These recommendations are just personal opinions based on my palate, things change, chefs get fired or replaced, places open-close, relocate, so take it all with a pinch of MSG and discover your own gems too. But please do try a few of these, they have been researched exhaustively.
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