Giant Tom kha with so many mushrooms! Broth is fire!
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Collin P
1 contributions
1/6/24
• DoorDash order
I paid $4 for this brown rice. It is maybe a cup of rice (hand included for reference). Do not order the brown rice. The food in general is extremely over priced.
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Lin L
1 contributions
12/7/23
• DoorDash order
Taste very mediocre and Americanized. Probably the sauce came from a can. The chicken was okay and peppers were fine. Why was there four pieces of half cooked eggplant... never ever had eggplant in red curry. Also why is a small box of rice an additional charge of 3 dollars. Anyway find red curry somewhere else please.
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Laura P
6 contributions
12/3/22
• DoorDash order
Green chicken curry was good, very spicy. Pad Thai was not good, small noodles not a lot of egg or bean sprouts, very bland would not order again. Egg roll not even as good as an egg roll from a mall food court . Crab Rangoon was good but small and different style than most.
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Dan S
1 contributions
3/18/22
• DoorDash order
Rice Café is sure to fulfill your most primal desires and ignite your deepest passions. Their maki, sculpted by the hands of culinary artists and exploding with the finest ingredients on this side of the Mississippi, does not disappoint. When I removed the plastic oshizushihako from its bag, like a young samurai unsheathing his katana before charging into battle, I was instantly impressed by the generous portions. Rice Cafê lays it on real good, serving up eight healthy pieces per roll. Having ordered four rolls for myself, I was initially unsure if I would be able to finish the meal in its entirety. However, the first bite quickly put my misgivings to rest---what craftsmanship! After devouring two pieces, I set my chopsticks aside and began indiscriminately ravaging the whole spread. I am grateful that this first Rice Cafę experience occurred in the privacy of my home because the carnage was not for the faint of heart. I will spare you the details, dear reader, but know that by the time I had devoured the final piece of my Fire Roll, my apartment, the pinnacle of cleanliness a mere twenty minutes prior to delivery, was a veritable Jackson Pollock painting, but rather than vibrant alkyd paints, the medium was Japanese comestibles. Eel sauce and wasabi chunks littered the floor, ginger peeled from the walls, and flakes of seaweed floated through the air like green confetti. Although my stummy was one grain of rice from violently exploding, I retired to my chamber profoundly satisfied, still marveling what had just transpired. That night, I dreamed that I was Batman, patrolling the streets of Chicago in a blacked-out Tesla. Best night ever.
