My point is, Manhattan is squeezing out its mid-priced restaurants, and I love Brooklyn, but sometimes you just want to wear a party dress and go to the Big Island..
Thus spake Jules. I just got back from a fine-looking and only slightly silly-priced Thai. And it was good, or at least the Mrs. Cutesome-shaped hot company was. Not as good as Chewbacca's blog, but nothing created by the confluence of natural laws is.