Ever hear about "that amazing restaurant" that's always in some alley way hidden away from the world with the most amazing food?
Well, I've found it. How you ask? Well that's a whole another story.
So let's rewind and start with the food - I'm a bit of a foodie. Ok I lie – I'm obsessed with excellent food and fortunately for me I'm surrounded with friends who have the same tastes as me (The pun is intended). And when talking about excellent food – you can never go past Satang.
I first heard of Satang thanks to my UTS mates who used to harp on and on about this "hole in the wall" Thai place. Here's the thing about taking uni mates on face value – 20yr old (cheap) uni (male) students will think anything is awesome given it tastes decent, they are full and they still have enough dough to buy the latest copy of Playboy Engineering Digest – so I was quite skeptical considering their last so called "great food" turned out to be cheap Tuesday at the pub.
My first thought when I entered Satang was that it was quite literally a "hole in the wall" and that my cupboard at home was possibly bigger - but clearly size does not matter because there was a line half way up the street! Looking at the line I got that "oh man, if this food isn't good – I'm going to knock someone out and be so disappointed" feeling but the smell coming from the kitchen should have been my second indication that the food was aa-mah-zeing.
Also there was an option to sit on these wooden benches and tables that are basically communal but you have to squeeze in wherever you can find a spot, which was excellent for two reasons;
1) It was hilarious to watch these suited up professionals crumpling $500 suits to tuck into Satang.
2) It was even funnier to watch the hippies of Haymarket sit next to the suits and encourage them to try their tofu option.
I can still remember my first ever meal at Satang – it was 'Chilli Jam Stir Fry with Rice' – a portion so big I had enough for dinner too and so tasty that, instead of saving it for dinner – I choose to walk around the city with unbuttoned jeans.
Satang has expanded – to across the street – and has a proper restaurant where the service is as good as the food but has still kept its "hole in the wall" as their take away shop. Satang is still always full and still always smells aa-mah-zeing.
How do I know Satang is as amazing as I claim?
A couple of months ago, a complete random date I ended up going on landed me in Satang - with my date claiming "This is Sydney's best kept Thai secret."