It’s a small Thai restaurant hidden behind everything on a narrow lane, and Scott and me had a late dinner there and it was so much better than I first feared.
I walk pass Kevin’s Thai almost everyday and silently in my mind I almost always consider going there someday.
Took whatever Cool Scott ordered and ended up getting pretty drunk, Aussies have a tendency of drinking a lot, and as the soul representative of an old Viking nation like Sweden, you have a lot to live up to.
We rolled home just before one and I gave him my smug-smile, knowing at least I wasn’t the one who had to get up at six for the shoot this morning.
Moahahahah.
I’m going there and a healthy hour of noonish.
Double moahahahah.
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