Time was when there were two dining options after a night on Sixth Street: pizza or bratwurst. The drunk palate rarely discriminates, and we like our grease, too, but on a weekend the stands often have intimidatingly long lines filled with less than polite patrons. Imagine our delight when we noticed that Thai Passion – a mere hop, skip, and stumble away from Sixth Street – had extended its hours until 3am. The food ranges from sweet and mild to nostril-clearingly spicy, and the service is speedy. We still don’t get why you have to leave the restaurant to go to the bathroom, but it’s a minor price to pay for getting Tom Kha Gai at two in the morning.
