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Lunch Date

Last Friday, my husband and I went out for a lunch date.  It had been over a month since we had eaten out, so we decided to go out for lunch on his day off (since of course, lunch is going to be cheaper).  I think what made this date so much fun was that we had planned for it on Monday, so I had all week to look forward to it. 
From the many restaurants in Fairbanks, I think I found my new favorite, though I am ALWAYS up for trying something new.  From the moment we sat down at Pad Thai Restaurant on College Road, I knew it was a good pick.  The waitress was so cheerful and the occasional voices heard from the kitchen were speaking Thai, a good sign when eating at an authentic restaurant. It is a slight pet peeve of mine when I go to a Japanese steakhouse, only to be served by someone from Korea or Mexico.  Not that I have anything against them...but I digress. 
     
Not the best picture, but it does capture
the most important aspect: the delicious food!
Coconut curry, spring rolls,
 and pork & bamboo stir fry.
We started out with our appetizer: a split order of spring rolls and fried rolls, with the most amazing sweet and sour sauce I have ever tasted.  (Here is a link to a recipe I found online, hoping to recreate something similar to what we had, at home.)  For our main course, I ordered curry and brown rice. But not just any curry.  Red Thai coconut curry.  The sweet and subtly spicy dish that is probably one of my favorite comfort foods.  I was in shear heaven.  To be sitting across from my favorite person, my dear husband, and eating a lunch that made all of my taste buds wake up was just wonderful.  It also didn't hurt that we stayed exactly on budget.  And that feels great too! 
For anyone who lives in Fairbanks, we gave Pad Thai Restaurant a 5 star rating, meaning that we would take guests out to it. So if you're wondering where to go out to eat this weekend, I suggest Pad Thai.

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