Like Singapore, the best food in Bangkok is found on the streets. We regretted not eating more street food but because the restaurants are so cheap we kept going into them.
This was the first street food I ate: FRIED CHICKEN, the international cuisine. Every culture loves it. I think it was only 10 baht or 50-cents per piece. If you eat the chicken with an Orange Juice drink, 20 baht, (more like kumquat juice, sweet and bitter) in the neighboring cart, the feeling is very shiok.
I craved for this for days ever since I saw it at the night stalls. The fish was salted outside and stuff with lemongrass and ginger inside. The stall would give you a sweet and spicy sauce to drench the fish it, so the BBQ fish (60 baht) became moist and tender and hot. Very delicious.
Along with the fish, we also ate (1) sausage with special sweet Thai sauce, (2) deep-fried popiah, and (3) otah that has been opened for us. I love the first two, but my friend love the last one, although I can’t tell what so delicious about otah.
I also bought from an honest stall vender who sells soya bean milk with pearls and barley and sago in it. Only 8 baht! that’s like a few cents! They only have warm soya bean milk but WOW, it is one of the best i’ve drank. Sweet and milky, with chewy bits.
This is the moment I would remember for the rest of my life. This food stall is just outside DJ Station, a very popular gay club. Huccalyly, Lindsey, Darren and I had a very good moment in the club. The club was packed from body to body that you couldn’t fall because you’d be cushioned by bodies. We went to the second floor, smoking area, which is a baloney overlooking the alley and we hollered and waved at random strangers. Someone said a very stupid joke but we were high and laughed and laughed and laughed. Our faces flushed by alcohol but also by the red neon lights. I wish I had a camera to capture the scene. We shared a very intimate moment; no words were needed, we understood each other. We few we happy few we band of brothers. A sense of warmth infused in me and if the world were to end then, it would be alright because I was with them and we were happy. After, we went out to eat supper. I had the stewed chicken noodles with pig’s blood. I pointed to the pig’s blood and said to the vendor, “more! more!” because Lindsey, Huccalyly and I love it. Darren ordered for them more soupy stuff. This makes it to my top 10 eating experience.
Tired of shopping with the girls, I wanted to be left in the hotel but I went down to buy this mixed vegetables rice: a stewed egg, deep-fried sweet-and-spicy fish (left) and a meat with eggplant. Not very sensible choices. Because the unknown meat with eggplant tasted disgusting. I spit out the unknown meat; and I normally don’t mind the sliminess of eggplant, but this one was like ooze-horrible. The fish was too spicy and had mini-bones in them, so one can only chew and swallow the bones. I wish I had ordered other dishes but the dishes all looked like mesh, indistinguishable, dunno what kind of meat also. Luckily, never lao-sai.
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