No matter where I go, nowhere is the Pad Thai as good as at the tiny Bangkok Wok in Harrisburg, PA. And the Lemongrass soup? To die (or kill) for. I love everything about this place. I love all 9 tables wedged into what must be only 200 square feet. I love the chilly draft and the steamed-up windows in the winter. I love the that you can’t smoke in there. I love that the capital lunch crowd has almost always run back to their desks by one, leaving me alone for a nice, quiet meal. I love the little variations in the food from visit to visit — proof that my grub is custom built every time — and the sound of the wok sizzling almost immediately after I order.