What would you do? If you saw a monk sauntering around a hawker center in Bangkok, listening intently to each sales pitch, contemplating each plate carefully, then finally deciding, would you shadow his decision? It was obvious to me. He is far closer to Buddha than I.
Why resort to my usual breakfast guessing routine when a divine path shows itself?
What did he choose? A simple fried rice dish adorned with a fried egg, chicken drumstick and two grilled snausages. Befitting an earnest man of god, the meal was, let's say: simple. It was good, it was filling, but I think this monk shies away from the spicy stuff. Memo to self: make your own way in this world, young man.
Sathon Nuea (across the street from the French Embassy)