Surely there is nothing more pleasing or satisfying in my business than the serendipitous discovery of a restaurant that one truly loves, especially because it is as rare an occurrence as a hummingbird sighting.
Last week, though, in the nether reaches of Henderson, hard by the underbelly of the 93 Freeway near Sunset Rd., I had such an experience, sort of.
I was led to pasture, but not made to drink at Penn’s Thai House, a whitewashed little place run by a single Thal lady, Penn Amarapayark, with occasional help from a Thai speaking friend who takes food orders in the dining room. And in a city chockablock with Thai restaurants, this one truly stood out. The food here is homey, generously portioned, and to a fault, glorious.