Tiny pastel rice-flour cakes suggest coins in a fairy kingdom, dimpled at the center and haunted by jasmine. Or better yet: Start with a meal at Khao Kang, turn the corner and end with dessert here. Khao Nom is a lovely place to idle, under high ceilings with teardrop-shaped glass terrariums dangling from exposed pipes, at tables engineered from vintage sewing machines, with a cast-iron lacework of legs and foot pedals. There’s a pay telephone by the front door, perfectly restored, perfectly unusable. His mother and his aunt hold the fort at Khao Kang, while his sisters-in-law take orders at Khao Nom.

Source: New York Times November 30, 2017 16:07 UTC