From Alejandra Owens. You can find her at her food blog, One Bite At A Time. Alejandra also writes for City Eats DC, a Food Network site, where you can book dinner reservations. Follow her on Twitter at @frijolita and email her at alejandra[AT]borderstan.com.
Oh, Banana Leaves. Your pan-Asian cuisine, it comforts me so. Tom Sietsema gave you 2 stars, which, in retrospect is actually quite generous – or degrading to your 2 star cohorts.
In 2007 Tom complained the sushi was too cold (simple solution, Tom, just order in and it’ll get to the right temp by the time it arrives at your house!) and then last year, my favorite spot to order in from suffered quite the fire. Actually, if I remember reports correctly, an explosion of sorts blew out the front windows. Mr. Leaves couldn’t catch a break – such is the life when you’re nestled between a liquor store and a strip club, though.
My love affair with Mr. Leaves could be seen throughout my debit card statements. His pad thai, his “too thick” sushi (whatever, Tom), his delivery boy who knew not only my order, but how to sneak into my building, appearing at my door without making me go through the tiresome trouble of buzzing him up! If there’s such a thing as a perfect order-in boyfriend, Mr. Leaves is it.
And now, glory of all glories, I can beckon Mr. Leaves to my house via the Seamless app. Hello fried rice, drunken noodles, curry laksa, kung pao chicken and maki sushi all at my low-brow finger tips! A meal to please a group – all from one location!
Yeah, you can judge me. But in a city where one can drop $20 on a food truck sandwich or wait two hours to get into a restaurant with servers decked out in “prairie chic” hipster gear, sometimes you just want some down and dirty grub. And you want that grub on your couch, where you can eat post-happy hour pad thai sans pants without being judged!
I know what I’ll be ordering tonight: the familiar, warm embrace of Mr. Leaves.