What manner of egomaniac would create a website like this?

Jared Cameron

–  riding off into the sunset with neither dignity nor silence –  that’s who!

Food fights and favorites

The best in Washington

What do you get when you cross Cheers with The King and I? It’s Rincome, the delightful Thai restaurant and neighborhood bar/community center on Colombia Pike in Arlington. It’s more than a little trite to call RIncome ‘a little bit of Thailand in the heart of the People’s Republic of Arlington.’ Trite, but in this case true!

 

A few years back, co-owner Kenny Pansiri and I were coincidentally in Bangkok at the same time. Relatives took him to a traditional Thai restaurant by the river on the same evening an long-time expat treated me to a meal at a luxury Sukamvit eatery. Reminiscing about our meals a few weeks later, we both confessed to thinking our respective meals were ‘almost as good as Rincome.’

 

The Rincome experience begins with weis and personal greetings. Drinks in Rincome’s bar — where, praise the Lord!, smoking is permitted, at least for now — are a blessed exception to the rule:  Never order a cocktail in an Asian restaurant. Rincome specializes in fine martinis, nature’s perfect food.

 

Don’t miss the luscious larb, superb sate, perfect pad thai, succulent shrimp cakes, delightful duck curry, lovely lad na, bright beef Panang or the seldom changing, but always excellent specialsI’m out of alliterative adjectives and every item on the menu is tasty.  Save room for mangos and sticky rice.

 

Even if the chow wasn’t as good as it is, you’d want to hang out at Rincome for the good time: Great service by friendly people whose sawadikaa spirit carries through to the customers creating a club atmosphere where everyone — including off-duty White House chefs – pitch in with their best dishes for holiday parties.

 

 

The Broiler

Text Box: Among the things The Broiler doesn’t offer are a web site, valet parking, reservations, vodka martinis, a dress code and Limoges china —  well, any plates at all, for that matter.

What The Broiler — located on Colombia Pike just south of Glebe Road in Arlington – does offer is the best sandwiches in the Eye of God!  Good pizza, too, I’m told, but you won’t catch me wasting valuable stomach RAM on pizza when a Broiler sausage sub or steak sandwich are within walking, driving or flying distance.
Their steak subs beat the pants off the best Philly Cheese Steak.  And how good is the sausage and cheese sub?

Lemme tell you:  When either The Little Woman or I would come back to Washington on business or home leave during our eight-year stint on Taiwan, here was the drill:  The lucky traveler would land at Dulles or National — usually a jet lagged wreck after the 26-hour flight. He or she would then rent a car, throw the luggage in the trunk and head for The Broiler. Once the luscious combination of spicy, homemade sausage, fresh, lightly grilled bread and lettuce topped with a just-right dollop of mayonnaise came off the grill, the traveler chowed-down, right?  Wrong!

Instead, the sojourner went over to the payphone in the corner, called the stuck-in-Taipei spouse and took the first bite at a volume sufficient to transmit the sounds of chewing and savoring over international telephone circuits at $2.45 a minute.


We’re cruel people, but we know our sandwiches!