First of all, I don’t even like Pon. Yeah, I said it. Didn’t vibe with him in Pit Babe, thought he was giving serious, mysterious, “I’m-too-cool-for-you” energy, and I was like, “Nah, I’m good.” BUT THIS SERIES? WHO IS THIS MAN, AND WHY IS HE SO FREAKING ADORABLE?? Like, Pon as Plawan? Sir, you did NOT have to slay this hard.

Plawan is a walking disaster. This boy is clumsy, clueless, and trying to be a model when literally no one—including himself—believes in it. And then Methas comes in all shady, like, “Yo, help me win this competition so I can take down Chef Oab,” and Plawan’s like, “Sure, what could go wrong?” Baby, EVERYTHING. That’s what could go wrong. But Pon’s acting? ICONIC. He had me feeling like I was sitting at the next table sipping tea and live-streaming their mess. It’s giving reality TV in HD.

Now, about the SPICE: GURLLLLL. THE SEXUAL TENSION IS TENSIONING. Methas and JJ? I don’t care what anyone says, they’re BOTH tops in my mind because the power struggle? CHEFS KISS. But can we just pause and talk about the side pairing for a second? Because let’s be real—they’re the main course. Kluea, my sweet baby angel, deserved the world. The drama with Oab and Plawan acting like Kluea’s heart isn’t a punching bag? Unacceptable. GIVE THAT BOY A HUG.

Speaking of Oab—sir, you are the PETTIEST MAN ALIVE. Opening a whole restaurant out of spite? I hate you, but also, I’m in love with you. His soft moments with Plawan made me want to ugly cry into my noodles. BUT THEN, they’d turn around and rub their happy little situationship in Kluea’s face, and I was like, “Y’all better be grateful I’m not Kluea because I’d throw hands.”

Now, let’s talk aesthetics: THE FOOD. Sweet Jesus, the food shots are illegal. Every dish looked like it belonged on a Food Network show, and now I’m starving. And can I just say, Pad Kra Pao has never looked sexier? I don’t know if I want to date it or eat it.

Aon as Kluea? BABY. His acting has room to grow, but the vibes? They’re immaculate. He reminds me of Seng, but softer and more chaotic. The love triangle was juicy, but I wanted more mess! Like, give me screaming matches, broken plates, and dramatic exits. Instead, we got “Oops, we’re in love now” energy, which is fine, but WHERE’S THE CHAOS??

Overall, this series had me screaming, crying, throwing up—and also snacking because the food scenes are THAT good. Would I rewatch? Uhhh, for the food and maybe to simp over Plawan’s adorable disaster self. And if you don’t watch it for the plot, at least watch it for the sexual tension that could slice through steel. Okay, I’m done. BYEEEE! 🍜🔥✨