Never Heard of It is a series about the places that shape how this city eats — corner spots, bakeries, strip mall dining rooms, and family-run kitchens that rarely make the glossy lists but have always mattered. These are stories about more than food. Each entry looks at how history, migration, and shifting neighbourhoods show up on the plate, offering a glimpse into the everyday culture that builds a city from the ground up.
A longtime food friend with an exceptionally sharp radar told me about Silom Thai Cuisine. Turns out, although I live fairly close to the part of East Van where it’s located, I had somehow never noticed it before. Hiding in plain sight, Silom sits in a well-aged two-storey stucco-and-bottle-dash building – the kind that dots the neighbourhood and blends into the background, sometimes literally behind a knot of people waiting for the bus.
Inside, you’ll hear Thai being spoken in the kitchen and at a few tables. That’s a good start. The couple who runs it are from Thailand — she works the front with calm precision; he’s in the back, doing the cooking. In the dining room, a wall-mounted custom neon sign in bright, stylized Thai script feels like a bit of a splurge for a place that otherwise seems to keep things lean. There is no mural, nor fancy cocktails; but everything in the space feels considered — polished enough to elevate it from a hole-in-the-wall, but not so decorated to feel like a passing trend. There’s a clean logo, some thoughtful graphics, and a tidy, well-lit interior that suggests someone with a marketing or creative background had a say. Even the name, Silom, evokes something specific: a dense, fast-moving commercial district in Bangkok, known as much for its street food and night markets as its banks and office towers.
The menu doesn’t come with an adjustable spice rating, and there’s no “how hot do you want it?” chit-chat. The food just shows up the way it’s meant to: spicy when it should be; subtle when it matters. There’s no capsaicin dial to turn, and sometimes it’s set to eleven. You get what the dish demands. Some things arrive gentle and comforting; others land with real heat, including a papaya salad that stings, soup so red that it glows, and noodles slick with wok oil and char.
The “Street Food” section on the menu is built for sharing; featuring things like pork jowl, chicken wings, and spring rolls that hit fast, hot and salty. The pork jowl comes out thick-cut and juicy, with just the right amount of char — the kind that clings to the edges and leaves a little grit on your fingers. It tastes like it has actually met a grill, not just passed near one on the way out of a steamer tray. The dipping sauce it’s served with is bright, salty, and a little mean. The chicken wings are proper, fried until the skin tightens and crackles, and still a little slick with fat (in a good way). The chicken in the Panang curry is tender and fully infused with its sauce, but still holding it together.
By the time I came back a couple of months later with Michelle and our friend Lee, I’d already been three times. We ordered widely, and there wasn’t a weak dish on the table. We kept eating and nodding, occasionally breaking to say what didn’t need saying: it was good. Although the team at Silom wasn’t trying to reinvent anything, nothing tasted phoned in either. The flavours had depth; the seasoning made sense; and the well-used wok was giving us a history lesson of everything that was ever cooked in it. You can’t fake that kind of flavour. It all had the funk and fury of proper Southern Thai food.
Thai food in Vancouver has never taken a straight path — more of a hesitant shuffle with the occasional lunge forward. In the ’90s, chefs like Montri Rattanaraj raised the bar with his namesake West Broadway restaurant, where he paired bold Thai flavours with fine-dining touches and a serious wine list. It showed that Thai food could be both refined and deeply flavourful. After he stepped away, though, the scene slid into a long purgatory of restaurants serving mall food court fare: padded heat, sweetened curries, lime juice from a bottle, and pad thai sauce that belongs on fries, not noodles. Familiar, predictable, flattened.
Then came Angus An, whose restaurant Maenam reminded everyone what Thai food could actually be: layered, balanced, and not watered down for anyone. Since then, the momentum has been slow but real. Nutcha Phanthoupheng brought luxury and polish to Steveston with Baan Lao; and we even have an influential Vancouver-based Thai YouTube superstar, Pailin Chongchitnant, whose cookbooks and videos have taken home cooking global.
Thai food in the city is no longer stuck between extremes, but we still don’t have the density, diversity, or deep roots of a city with a much larger Thai population and decades more of momentum. However, a shift is happening. And while Silom — and a handful of others — aren’t trying to make a statement, they are marking a change. These spots aren’t chasing trends or trying to “elevate” anything. They’re just cooking food that’s thoughtful, well-priced, and sure of itself. They’re not reinventing Thai food, just making it the way it’s meant to be: sharp, balanced, and unapologetic.
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Silom isn’t chasing trends or trying to rebrand Thai food. It’s just “doing the work”: serving sharp, well-executed dishes in a city that still hasn’t quite figured out how to treat Thai cuisine with the same seriousness it gives others. Places like this matter, not because they’re flashy, but because they’re steady, confident, and quietly raising the bar.