As I slowly swiveled my head to the right to answer Ed, Erin simultaneously glanced towards me from her desk situated diagonally across from mine. Her face broke into a grin just before she guffawed. Because she knew—she knew I was going to say, "YES, GET ME A SIDEWALK." And then I did.
I tore into my container of spiced minced chicken about 10 seconds after Ed returned with the goods. As its meaty fumes wafted around the office, Erin IM-ed me:
"smells soo good
I wish I ordered the walk of side"
And the walk of side wished it was in your belly, Erin.
Oh yeah, what the hell is the Sidewalk? Familiarize yourself by reading Adam's confession of Sidewalk addiction on Serious Eats: New York. I shall gank his description:
Sidewalk is ground chicken with string beans, Thai basil, onion, red bell pepper and chili sauce, served with a fried egg and rice. The vegetables always taste fresh and hover somewhere between sautédom and crunchdom. The egg is over easy, with the yolk running and mixing with the rice and chicken component, giving the dish a slightly richer feel.
The crispy fried egg elevates this dish by 100 imaginary "delicious" points, by the way. It's a nice extra you can alternate with the mouthfuls of chicken. If you're like me, you might think, "Oh, and what do we have here, A FUCKING FRIED EGG, YEEEAAAH!" while excitedly piercing the egg's belly with your fork prongs to unleash a river of rich, bright yellow yolk...
...If you're normal, you'll probably eat it in silence.
Sidewalk is Song Kran's (the closest Thai restaurant to my office) name for Gai Pad Grapow/Krapow as far as I can tell. (A more Thai cuisine-knowledgeable person could help me out here.) And for once in my culinary arts-devoid life, seeing the recipe makes me want to learn how to cook it...so I can make a giant bucket of it and eat it for cheaps. The main reason I don't show up at Song Kran's door every day is because of the Sidewalk's $9 price tag, which is a splurge for lunch (it comes with a nice little salad at least). But since I didn't spend any money on food yesterday, I felt like today was the time to indulge in in brief moment of mouth tingling, chicken bits-based happiness.
Unfortunately, I only have two of the 11 ingredients listed in that recipe. It's also not worth it for me to make a huge batch of any dish since lunch and dinner opportunities outside of my kitchen pop up constantly, causing my refrigerator to be less a place to keep food fresh, more a place where food can rot in a closed environment without stinking up the rest of my apartment. (On that note, if my roommate Chris is reading this, I won't actually leave anything to rot in the fridge. DON'T WORRY!)
I'll have to have a Gai Pad Grapow-making party at some point. Accompanied by a viewing of Robocop. For no good reason.