Little Thailand-Good, German Mineral Water-Bad

I have often described my life in the beautiful Texas Hill Country as being somewhere between Mayberry and Twin Peaks. Our recent foray to Little Thailand just past the Austin Airport proved to be the perfect example of this premise.

To say that Little Thailand is in an unassuming building would be the understatement of the new age. It seems to be in what is locally called modular architecture. The place is not only filled with the best Thai food that I have experienced in Texas, but also a set of services that I have never heard of being tied so closely to the food service industry. Through the 'Good Sense Ministry' they offer notary services, living wills, and have an ordained minister on premises capable and willing to perform either a marriage, or renewal of vows.
The bathroom facilities although spartan on first glance turned out to be appointed with all the necessities and luxuries that could ever be wished for:
Crossword Puzzle with Pen
Vintage Nokia 1000 Phone Manual
Toiletry kit with plastic bag liberated from local hospital

The food was exceptional. We started the festivities off with Thai Bloody Marys (insert reference to Garfield water) and Thai Iced coffees. Then the spring rolls showed up, followed quickly by one of the highlights of the meal; the stuffed chicken wings. We then moved on to the mains, which consisted of the Warm Thai Beef Salad, Chicken Pot Thai (their version of Pad Thai), Minced Beef with Thai Holy Basil and chili peppers, Lemongrass Soup with Shrimp, and 'The Squid Dish'. We followed this all up with their signature Fried Banana dipped in Honey.
We thought that it was an all but perfect meal. Good friends, a couple drinks, stellar food, and suddenly things took a turn for the worse. I thought that I had just discovered one of the easiest ways ever to earn a five-spot. All I needed to do was drink a liter of mineral water on the drive back to Wimberley. Little did I know that Mike was a chemistry savant and had calculated that if the carbonated water hit the remnants of the breading on the fried bananas it would expand quickly and render me a throbbing fleshbag of gas, pain and vitriol.