Khob Khun Restaurant

The décor is really something else — it’s got that thai Joseph Fritzl vibe so many places aim for but so few have the balls to actually follow through with. Case in point, the place employs young kids (probably family members just earning some pocket money but pretty big mind fuck when an 8 year old passes you a visa machine and/​or knows how to dispense change), and the food tastes exactly how you’d expect the kind of food prepared by a family kept underground by a psychopath would taste — not good.
OK the pad thai is really not bad at all, but its the only thing I’d ever order there. The toilet has a towel sewn onto the rack. How is this towel cleaned? With difficultly, and this isn’t the type of place to make exceptional effort to clean, thats for sure.
The spicy chili powder, though, is amazingly spicy and above and beyond anything I’ve ever experienced at any other thai place in London. It’s terrific.

You’d think a small Thai restaurant just one street behind the Royal Thai Embassy would be a shoe-​in for good Thai food. But no, it’s a shoe-​off. Or really more a Shoo Off !!! (like when your gran tries to scare off a randy cat who’s attacking her garden roses). It’s not the worst Thai restaurant in town but it doesn’t offer enough to not to run a mile. The menus is same-​same, the décor is decrepit and the atmosphere is lunar. At least they give you free tap water unlike Pasha next door who blag that it’s not good enough to drink in this area.
London has so many good Thai places so dining at a disappointing one is, well frankly… disappointing.