Krung Thai kitchen — wok flames, brass pots, and the dining room mid-service

Carroll Gardens · Brooklyn · Est. 2018

Krung

Mortar-pounded pastes. Screaming-hot woks.
A corner table with your name on it.

The Story

A corner of Smith Street that smells like galangal and dried shrimp from forty feet away.

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.

8
Years on Smith Street
12k+
Bowls served last year
100%
Pastes ground in-house
4.9
Stars, 340 reviews
Upcoming Event
Sat, April 13 · 7 PM

Songkran Supper Club

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.

Guests at the last Krung supper club — plates half-finished, mid-laugh, warm light overhead

March Supper Club · 34 guests · Every seat filled

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