
Gaeng Keow Wan Gai
$22Green curry with chicken thighs, coconut milk, and young eggplant — the paste ground fresh each morning from bird's-eye chili and kaffir lime zest.
Chicken from Quattro's Farm, Hudson Valley · Coconut from Kalustyan's

Carroll Gardens · Brooklyn · Est. 2018
Mortar-pounded pastes. Screaming-hot woks.
A corner table with your name on it.
Krung started because Noi Srisawat couldn't find the boat noodles she grew up eating in Nonthaburi — so she started making them herself, first for the neighbors, then for the whole block. The restaurant is named for the Thai word for a city, the kind of city that hums with organized chaos: tuk-tuks and temple bells and the specific sizzle of a wok that's been seasoned for twenty years.
The dining room seats thirty-four. The regulars know to order the #7 without looking at the menu. The lunch crowd from the law offices on Atlantic has a standing reservation every Thursday. And on the first Saturday of each month, we pull the tables together and cook something that isn't on the menu at all.
Every April I cook the meal my grandmother made for Songkran — the Thai New Year — when the whole family would gather before the water fights, before the noise, and eat together in the early morning light.
This version feeds thirty-four people at one long table. There are seven courses, no menu card, and you will leave smelling faintly of fish sauce and jasmine. That is a promise, not a warning.

March Supper Club · 34 guests · Every seat filled
Three fields. No account. No spam. Just dinner.
8 seats remaining out of 34 · Confirmed by email within 24 hours