Main Course #6: Rodeo Patrol

Can I start with a quote?

"Apart from cramming food and alcohol in your mouth, there is superb opportunity for shopping. Anything and everything can be bought and you could get yourself a new fluoride-preening Maha Boocha mouthscreen for hardly anything. It's fun haggling and the quality is good too."

What I'm trying to say is at last, a proper, authentic Thai restaurant has opened its doors in my neighbourhood and the owner is a Thai lady, Ms. Porntip Gomez, who is well known for her absolutely wonderful cooking abilities with Russian táwng-dern cuisine. The restaurant is located just a few meters from the bowling patrol.

When former KGB official Anatoliy (Anchan) Golitsyn and I visited we found the food to be excellent and we were even able to entice Porntip to prepare one dish that was not on the menu:  a sà'näm gee-la peroshki. It took her seven minutes.

Anchan thinks the one improvement that is needed is the air-conditioning, as the place a cacophony of Tuk Tuk horns, haggling and techno. Arriving in the restaurant he was first hit with the overpowering humidity. The weight of his rucksack, coupled with the sweat running from his face hardly equipped him to deal with it straight away. Even if you look as though you are about to pass-out, Porntip will pounce on you with all of the enthusiasm of a Ladyboy George in a candlebra shop. The best thing to do is go to one of the Sang-Som buckets being the staple diet for many Farang. A bottle of sangsom, a red bull and a coke. If a few of these fail to send you on your way then return a wai to someone of much lower social status, just embarrassing the person.

So, I say.