There’s nothing I love more than catching up with a girlfriend that I haven’t seen in a while over a tasty meal and some cocktails. So I was psyched when, last week, Vivy agreed to try out a brand spankin’ new Laotian-inspired Southeast Asian restaurant in Tribeca.
If you love the flavors of Southeast Asia and are looking for an intimate and warm dining experience then look no further than Khe-Yo (Duane St, between Hudson St. and W. Broadway).
They had me at the bar.
After salivating over every item on the menu, Viv and I ordered a bunch of small plates to share and got down to the serious business of girl talk.
(In reference to Viv having recently given a former beau a second chance.)
Viv: “So yeah, we had a long talk where he basically said that he wanted to show me how serious he was about making this work and he’s been behaving like a brand new person ever since.”
Me: “Really? That’s great! Did he explain why he was such a tool the first time around?”
Viv: “Noooot really. He’s just done a complete one eighty. He’s proactive, makes plans, does what he says he’s going to do. You know, he’s acting like a real boyfriend.”
Me: “Huh. So you have no idea why the change of heart?”
Me: “Hm. Okay. Good. Who care’s why, right? As long as you’re feeling good about this.”
Viv: “Yup. I am. ….He even picked me up from the airport last week.”
Me: “I’m sorry, what was that?”
Viv: “Yeah. He just offered, out of the blue.”
Me: “You mean he, like, got a car service to come pick you up and bring you to his place because he wanted to see you right away or something, right?”
Viv: “No, dude. He picked me up. At Newark. He DROVE to Newark, parked and came to get me inside. You know, to help with the luggage.”
Me: (putting down my drink, reaching across the table and gently placing my hand on top of hers) “Viv, honey, I think he may be dying.”
(In reference to the recent Cronut craze.)
Me: “You know about this right? These people who get up at like four a.m. to stand in line for these things? I mean, are you fucking kidding me? They stand in line for like five hours. What the fuck is that? What a bunch of assholes.”
(In reference to reconnecting with a former mutual friend of ours.)
Me: “You think we should get in touch with C? I’m dying to know what she’s up to.”
Viv: “No. Uh-uh. That is one big Pandora’s box. You don’t want to open that up again. You have no idea what kind of crazy shit will come flying out.”
Me: “Good point.”
Dinner itself was delicious. Beautiful blend of spices and flavors, and lots and lots of sticky rice to mop it all up.
Khe-Yo is sure to become a neighborhood favorite. I would absolutely go there again. It’s the kind of place where you can have a great dinner out with a bunch of friends or a romantic dinner with just you and your honey. Check them out and make a resi here.