Wednesday, August 1, 2007

No Wind Beneath These Wings


Since we got here, I’ve been eye what looked to me like delicious chicken wings. Well, in Pimai I got my chance. After arriving in town and getting a place to stay, we headed out for food with noisy stomachs. The first place we came to was a chicken wing stand with several thatch-roofed tables to eat at. The wings are cooked in a barbeque-smoker hybrid in between two dried bamboo shafts that press together tightly to keep them in place. I did not ask what type of glaze was on them, but I am almost certain it was of the honey variety. They were spectacular. I would rid the world of the wings of chickens if I were allowed to eat as many as I pleased. They were sweet and sticky, tender and smoky. There were so many at the beginning I could hardly see my plate. What I’m getting at is that they were fantastic and amazing… fantazing? Anyway, we ordered them along with Som Tam and sticky rice, but they were the highlight. The Som Tam was pretty good, but we made the mistake of forgetting to tell them no dried shrimp, so it was fraught with what amounted to bouillon landmines that you would spring on you as you happily chewed your food. Never get the dried shrimp! Anyway, I cannot allow the salty saddlebags to sully the high marks that the wings justly deserve. The wings get 4.5 forks, while the rest is just plain forgotten. Water near a bridge.

1 comment:

Dad said...

Glad to hear you finally hit the jackpot with the wings. I with you on the dried shrimp, totally disgusting