During elementary school, I brown-bagged all kinds of strange foreign fare that was ripe for targeting by bullies, like pork floss or Haw flakes. My, how the dining tables have turned since then.
Deep in the San Fernando Valley, north of Los Angeles, is some of the best Thai food in the world. This food isn’t found in a restaurant, and it’s not in someone’s home, either. It’s in a Buddhist temple's parking lot.