In this post I wax on and on about all the food I’ve been eating and my visit to Chatuchak market…where my highlight was once again, eating.
I don’t think there has really been a moment where I didn’t have some sort of food in my hand. Street food is everywhere and I find myself unable to walk about from 10 baht pineapple sleeves (essentially a USD nickel) or skewer of unindentified roasted meat (I think it’s pork?) that is so tender and delicious I have been double fisting them down the street as I tour about.
Two nights ago I had pad thai that revolutionized my understanding of the dish. I visited Thip Samui for an early dinner before meeting up with some friends for drinks (also of note I can honestly say I think this was the first time ever in my life I went to a restaurant alone…I don’t think I”ll make a habit of it) and WOW. the pad thai.
They make it…and then they have some sort of special egg concotion that they toss it into for about 10 seconds and it creates this eggy membrane surrounding the noodles. This place was incredible and the line for what was street food was about a 35 minute wait, which is totally nutters.
Last night I went to another dinner with a very different vibe than the clammering street food atmosphere I had been enjoying. I went to Krua Apsorn, a restaurant that was named best of Bangkok in 2006. The excellence has not dulled.
I ordered way too much food for 1 person and regret nothing. I got a crab omelette (one of their notable dishes according to a foodie blog I read) thats spices were so incredible I will probably never be able to appreciate an omelette again. Then I got the curry which was beyond description. My bill totaled out to 6 USD, ‘expensive’ by Thai eating standards. Once again, I am never leaving.
Weirdly, even though I am constantly surrounded by tourists everywhere it seems, Krua Apsorn which I expected to be a lot of westerners was literally full of just Thai and their food servers didn’t speak any English. in three days I have become quite adept at maneuvering this language divide. I am especially proud of how I’ve learned to communicate with taxi drivers to get back to my hostel. I quit even trying to say street names accepting defeat on that.. So instead I say BTS which is the sky train and then attempt to say the stop that is by my hostel. It starts with an R and I just hit that sound really hard and they seem to know what I’m talking about. Very proud of this invention.
I visited the weekend market yesterday as well. Chatuchak Market is the most overwhelming absurd market I have ever been, and I say this having visited the labryinth that is the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul.
There are over 3,000 stalls and you can literally buy anything there. I mean anything..I decided I was done walking aimlessly through this chaos after a guy with like 2 teeth started pulling live snakes out of a bucket in front of me. I can deal with rotten fish soup making me gag as I walk by but when a guy starts shaking snakes at me…I’m out.
I took a lot of photos but none really can communicate the largeness of this place….or the odor.
After retreating from the absolute ridiculous amount of mostly junk, I found the street food vendors and ate more pineapple and skewers.
I’ve made lots of friends but am still eagerly awaiting Hanna’s arrival on Monday so that I can go to cabaret and drink at the sky bar…and introuce her to meat skewers.