The charming Thai woman was taking the order from a table of four.. The menu is crystal clear as to its offerings, designed for the American trade, including a section stating, "We can alter the spicy level from 1 to 5, according to your taste," and beginning with "Mild." No toad nails, nothing exotic.
Woman patron looks up at charming server, and, in her best (Hyacinth-Keeping Up Appearances) manner, proclaims, "We're YANKEES we don't eat spicey food."
Now, apart from anything else, it was the "Yankees" who brought spices to the colonies. One wonders - did they choose this restaurant solely to dislike everything they were offered? Ice water in the lap would have been my "Yankee" response.
It occurred to me that maybe the reason the dinner prices were so much higher than the lunch menu is that the dinner crowd is invariably of such a type that the price rise represents an annoyance charge. I mean, have you ever encountered the likes of this during lunch? (It's just a hypothesis).