Khao Soi Khun Yai | Chiang Mai
THE TOURIST TRAP SINGS SOFTLY
Sitting at Khun Yai you almost can't hear yourself think from all the tourists screaming at the top of their lungs. "Awww maaa gaaad, this is like sooooo like gooood, oh like the umami dude, the UMAAAAMI".
Like, we get it. Just realise you're, like, voice cuts like, tone it down, like.
Back to the food. The Khao Soi here used to be better. Simply put. I don't know if the ladies are slipping or the constant throng of tourists has dulled their spirits, but something ain't right. Don't get me wrong, there are far far worse bowls of Khao Soi in Chiang Mai (Nimman we're looking at you), but I feel like it's lacking some love that used to fawn over it's surface. Also, the soup is too thick.
If you're in the neighborhood and can't be fucked to go to Prince, Maesai, Lung Prakid or Lamduan, then perhaps pull up a chair here, insert earplugs, and munch your way through a tasty but underwhelming bowl.
If I were you, I'd be in a cab heading to Prince.
