Today’s lunch was just so-so. I went for the street corner fried chicken with a side of popcorn fish and a coconut cooler to wash it down. The chicken was not nearly as crisp as the previous piece I had and the popcorn fish had far too many bones – generally one is too many, but in this case I allowed for a couple and was still overwhelmed. I didn’t finish anything but the cooler, which was my second of the day and damn delicious. I think it’s the only thing keeping my stomach from launching an outright revolt against me. Not that I could blame it. I’m somewhat disgusted with myself. The old mantra, “if it’s fried, it’s got to be good,” has failed me too many times and I’m just being shamefully stubborn now. Grease equals bad from here on out… well… maybe not bad, but it doesn’t automatically equal good, that’s for damn sure. The meal gets 2 forks, and only because the cooler. Without the cooler, it’s a 1 for sure.
As a side note, where’s all the Pad Thai? I mean shit, the term literally means Thai noodles. Is Bangkok not considered Thailand? I thought I’d be able to fall backwards off the sidewalk and land in the stuff and here we are almost a week into our visit and I’ve only had it once. Maybe I’m not looking hard enough. I’ll make up for that, I promise all of you.
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