KHAO SOI
- Crispy Pork
- Chicken Thigh
- Mala Chicken
- Beef Ribs
- Grilled Beef Slices
- Soft Shell Crab
- Prawn
- Tofu


A dish may come together in minutes. The flavour behind it can carry a birthplace, a memory, time, fire, experience—and the belief of the person who made it.
Enter the story↓A dish may come together in minutes. The flavour behind it can carry a birthplace, a memory, time, fire, experience—and the belief of the person who made it.
TROK9 began with four people who see food differently, master different things and are drawn to different ideas. One protects the taste of home. One speaks to fire through the wok. One believes in the power of time. And one searches for balance in every bowl.
When all four enter one kitchen, it becomes TROK9.YOO

Yoo’s story begins far from Burwood—in Lampang, a Northern Thai city where food is never simply something that fills you. It is tied to home, people and memory.
For Yoo, Khao Soi was never merely a menu item. The scent of curry paste, the richness of coconut broth, the noodles hidden beneath the curry and the crisp noodles resting above it are flavours he has known for a long time.
Long before he imagined that one day a flavour from a small Northern city would find its way to the middle of Burwood, Khao Soi had already become part of how he understood food.
Over time, Yoo learned and cooked many forms of Thai cuisine. Yet no matter how far we travel, certain dishes always lead us back to the beginning. For him, that dish is Khao Soi.
Bringing it to TROK9 is not simply placing another item on a menu. It is bringing a piece of home to a table on the other side of the world—without trying to turn it into something it is not.
Some food does not need to be reinvented. Sometimes our responsibility is simply to protect what is already good, then pass it on so that someone who has never known the flavour can meet it as we did.
Some flavours are not only meant to be remembered. They are meant to be passed on.YOO — THE KEEPER OF KHAO SOI
SAM

Some people cook by recipe. Some cook by experience. For Sam, certain dishes demand feeling.
He learned that fire is never the same from one day to the next. Every wok has a character, and every ingredient changes the instant it meets heat. No number can explain it. No clock can truly say when to stop.
You know through the hand, the eye, the aroma and instinct. That is why fried rice fascinates him: it looks simple, leaving almost nowhere for a mistake to hide.
A grain of rice tells you when the heat was too strong. The scent from the wok tells you when the moment has arrived. In a few seconds, ordinary ingredients can become a dish someone remembers.
Sam does not try to conquer fire. He knows when to let it rise, when to pull it back and when to stop—before the perfect moment disappears.
When the wok is blazing and the kitchen is loud, his world becomes strangely quiet. There is only the hand, the wok, the aroma and the fire saying: now.
Fire is not something to defeat. It is something to learn to live with.SAM — THE GOD OF FIRE
SON

If fire is the art of speed, soup is the art of waiting.
For Son, a pot of soup does not begin when the water boils, and it does not end simply because every ingredient is cooked. True flavour cannot be forced into existence in minutes.
Some things need time to reveal themselves: the sweetness of ingredients, the aroma of spices, the body of the broth and the quiet notes we cannot even name.
A good soup should not have one flavour shouting above the rest. Some notes sit in front, some hide behind, and some are noticed only when we find ourselves thinking about that bowl again.
Unlike the flash of a wok, broth cannot be rushed. It slowly receives, changes and becomes what it is meant to be. Time is the one ingredient no shortcut can replace.
Inside TROK9, among the sound of woks, flames and fast-moving plates, one pot will always be simmering. That is Son’s place: taste, adjust, wait, then taste again—until many ingredients become one flavour.
Time is not the enemy of cooking. Time is an ingredient.SON — THE GOD OF SOUP
BRIAN

Some dishes are measured by fire. Some by time. Tom Yum is measured by balance.
For Brian, good flavour is not about making everything the strongest. Not the most sour, the hottest or the sweetest. It is about giving everything its place.
Sourness must wake the palate. Heat must arrive with rhythm. Sweetness must support. Salt must connect everything. And the aroma of herbs must remain until the last bite.
When noodles enter the bowl, balance matters even more. They absorb flavour, change the concentration of the broth and make every bite different from the first.
Brian does not taste only the Tom Yum broth. He tastes the whole bowl: soup, noodles, toppings and aroma. Nothing should defeat anything else. Everything should lift the rest until we no longer ask which flavour is strongest. We only know: it is right.
Creating bold flavour is not the hardest part. The art lies in letting sour, spicy, sweet, salty, herbs, broth and noodles live together completely.
The hardest part is not making flavour bold. It is making every flavour belong.BRIAN — THE GOD OF BALANCE


One brought memory. One brought fire. One brought time. And one brought balance. Four people. Four ways of thinking. Four crafts of cooking. But when the kitchen doors open, no dish belongs to one person anymore. Everything becomes ours.
FOUR PEOPLE. FOUR CRAFTS. ONE KITCHEN. ONE TROK.