Working flexible hours, mostly from home, the Professor and I think gridlock is something that happens to other people. So we were shocked when, trying to get to the no-bookings Kiss Kiss by 6pm on a Saturday to snag a table, we got caught in the kind of chaos you see on television when the Latin American host nation wins the Fifa World Cup.
At one point we considered ordering our food to go and asking whether they could deliver it to our car. Plans for a 8pm show looked foolhardy.
We need not have worried. Kiss Kiss, which specialises in northern Thai food, is a cut above the laminated-menu decor-free Asian joints with condensation on the windows that take up much of the neighbourhood, but it shares with them the idea that food should be cooked and delivered to the table as fast as possible without actually running.
Kiss Kiss, the latest enterprise of the team behind Chinoiserie and L'Oeuf, is tucked down a side street off Dominion Rd in that bit near Balmoral Rd that some idiots proposed dubbing Chinatown. (Mercifully, the idea was abandoned, largely because the Chinese objected to being told who they were).