Chicken, with a hint of road

She who must be obeyed was off work today and the wind was blowing. So after a morning of photo processing, some windsurfing was in order.

We go to the noodle restaurant not far from the club. Their noodles are cheap and tasty, as is their iced coffee; so the place is usually packed. The owners respond to this popularity in the only sensible way; they close the shop randomly several days a week.

It was closed today, so we went a hundred metres down the road to a shack where half-cooked chicken pieces sat on a rack next to the busy dual carriageway. After a few hours of marination in carbon monoxide and assorted roadside residue, you can imagine how they would taste. Delicious was the answer; so we had two sets, along with Naam Tok Moo and sticky rice, washed down with water from the communal pot. Total cost of bugger all and an excellent lunch; you can’t beat roadside fare in Thailand, and even if the hygiene seems dubious, I have never had a problem.

To the club where the wind is blowing harder than it has for a while and our smallest sail is dragged into service. After a break of about a year, this would not be a good day to return to the sport; but she who must be obeyed is up and away and screaming over the water in no time at all. She doesn’t break anything and I have a couple of trips into what must be a twenty knot wind; delightful.

Home and more excellent food and a large bottle of Tiger at a local restaurant.

Now feeling pleasantly knackered and I would like to pronounce this as having been a pretty damn fine day in Thailand; except she who must be obeyed wants to watch “Desperate Housewives”……

Comments 🔗

2011-11-16 | genuinej says

The only occasion I had food from a roadside establishment was rapidly followed by almost constant visits to the bog, dreadful assaults on my nose and, after a sleepless night, a visit to the hospital in soi 4. Subsequent test results showed the cause of my distress to be e-coli. Never again!

2011-11-17 | Spike says

Beach Road hookers are not normally referred to as a “roadside establishment”; and that wasn’t e-coli….

2011-11-17 | Billy the Brush says

There must have been an alarming degeneration over the six months since we last met - when you might have been described as ruggedly good looking for an OAP, if in need of a haircut - see doctor URGENTLY

2011-11-17 | Barry says

It really pisses me off, the way businesses operate here - o[en one day, closed another. I wander off down the road to pick up some lunchtime noodle soup. One sells chicken, another pork. But I never know if they’ll be open or closed. Sometimes they’re both closed, which creates a problem, knashing of teeth and hunger pangs and a wish that I lived in as normal country where shops or restaurants open regularly and not just when the owner decides that he/she hasn’t got something better to do than run their business..

2011-11-17 | Spike says

The chaotic uncertainty is part of the fun of living here. Or that’s what I tell myself.

2011-11-17 | Spike says

Ruggedly good looking when compared to you; but of course. But compared to the general population I don’t fare so well.

2011-11-18 | galumay says

Spike, Thanks for reminding me of the joys of roadside chook - and umbrella restaurants, 2 of the culinary highlights of Thailand! I too have never got sick in asia from eating street food, and you have me pining for some right now! Cheers, Rick