Spice I Am on Wentworth Ave is, as Nav described it to me, a "hole in the wall" - in the middle of the backpackers' district near Central Station, on a road full of motorbike shops. Every single guidebook raves about its very authentic Thai food, and I definitely satisfied my craving. To start, a green papaya salad:

I have a small obsession with papaya salads, which equals my obsession with pho, and this was probably one of the best I've ever eaten. It was very spicy, with a good balance from the sour lime juice, crunchy peanuts, and salty dried shrimp. Zingy is the only way to describe it, and thank goodness I inherited some of my mum's immunity to chilli.
I had a tough choice for main, and settled for their signature Crispy Pork Belly (called something like Prim Prik Pork, which sounds rude).

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