First Meal in Bangkok
I don't understand those who fly thousands of miles to far away lands and then don't eat local street food. It's as if they summoned up a certain amount of courage only to have it run out at the most inopportune moment. This thought ran through my mind as I crunched some delicious crispy fried pork at Jatujak market. Dozens of tourists walked by me, then paused in surprise that someone like them was sitting in a local street stall, happily munching. I was equally surprised that they didn't sit down and order. Their loss.
Just as delicious was this plate of spicy pork with basil, rice and a fried egg. It burned nicely, giving me a leg up on the heat (which a certain someone was having trouble with - go here.)
I wasn't as excited about Pingle's egg noodles with fish balls and pork. Just wasn't spicy enough for me. She seemed happy with it though.
Next up, some coconut ice cream with peanuts. It had a fresh, direct taste. They served it in a coconut shell and even threw in a few slices of coconut meat.
The vendor handed it over with a broad smile, something that seems to come easily to Thais. Everyone here smiles a lot. I would probably too if I ate like this every day.