Monday, November 18, 2019

CHAROEN NAKHON ROAD

I went "dogital" in the banks of Chao Praya and went home with the firm belief that "Life Begins at 60" because "Wrinkles are Beautiful". 


A short 3.2 kilometers away are the Michellin Guide-listed legends of Yaowarat but I got stucked at Charoen Nakhon Road with a bowl of amazing rice noodles served by an elderly woman being accosted by an angry younger man, then later with an equally wonderful dry version by another elderly woman who also sell coonut ice cream with sticky rice along the sidewalk.   


Sid and Mamata won't join me for an Indian food dinner but two paisanos came to share a lovely meal of chicken kadai, mutton kebab and vegetable biryani at Indian Food 17 while nearby, crispy oyster pancakes sizzle in the giant frying pan of Hoi Tod Chaw-Lae.


But twice, I have to cross Charoen Nakhon Road for packets of crispy fried pork sold in a stall in front of a 7-11 store which made the trademark Ibis Hotel dull breakfast buffet somewhat edible. 


Dew again booked us a team dinner in a mall which is becoming her trademark but on a positive note, a bar served by transvestites where we spent two nights draining large green bottles of Chang Beer is just on the opposite side.     



Back in Manila, I stayed overnight at Red Planet-Binondo to avoid the Friday armageddon of commuting passengers which I'm sure Neelam will make dutdut despite its being pre-approved but I'll take the ensuing stress from that for a reacquaintance with the pork menu of Chuan Kee and breakfast at Ying Ying Tea House.  

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