Lemongrass struggles with identity and high ‘carbon clawprints’
Published: July 1, 2011
Thai Lemongrass Restaurant
16666 San Pedro
Thai in search of an identity
Queen of Duck and green papaya salad
11am-3pm & 4:30-9:30pm Mon-Thu;
until 10pm Fri; 11am-10pm Sat; 11am-9pm Sun
Lunch entrées: $6.99-$7.99
Dinner entrées: $11.99-$23.99
It’s hard to know exactly what Lemongrass’s aspirations are. This new Thai restaurant in a center at Thousand Oaks and 281 is in the company of such chains as Freddy’s and The Egg & I (though John the Greek is a local contender in the same center). Its décor is off-the-shelf inoffensive with none of the usual Thai condiments on the cloth-draped tables — and a specials board that one day listed a lobster dish with a hubris-informed price nearing $30. The lobster was advertised as being served over steamed vegetables, but if they are anything like the array that underpinned an order of tempura-battered soft-shell crab recently, don’t bite.
The “imported” soft-shell crabs are served a couple of different ways at Lemongrass and, in retrospect, a version that places the crab on a salad and serves it with a “spicy lime juice sauce” would be far preferable to the rendition plopped atop the relentlessly plain steamed veggies — as bright and decoratively cut as they were — with a vat of chili garlic sauce for dipping. The sweet sauce cloys quickly with the sturdily battered crab alone; if you try to pump some life into the veg by anointing them as well, the whole plate quickly goes south. Besides, the crab tasted as though its elevated carbon clawprint had resulted from a long, slow voyage.
While the Thainicity of the crab dish could possibly be contested, the green papaya salad doesn’t need to jump through elaborate, long-form birth-certificate hoops to prove its parentage. And while Lemongrass might legitimately be accused of gilding this lily by adding both shrimp and krab (the salad is sometimes served with tiny, dried crab, however), the result is stunning regardless. Though none of the menu’s dishes are indicated as spicy (“We can make anything spicy you want,” said one black-clad waiter), the waitress was careful to ask about heat level on this one. “Out of ten? Six,” I confidently replied, not knowing what the kitchen’s parameters were. And six is plenty for this mound of crisp, shredded papaya spangled with said seafood and further enhanced with tomatoes, raw green beans, lettuce, and chopped peanut. OK, I find little to love in raw green beans, the tomatoes wouldn’t be missed if removed, and much of the lime-based dressing was left puddled on the plate when all else had been consumed. But at $6.99 this entrée-sized plate is both a deal and a possible indication of those aspirations. Fresh and bright?