Having eaten at established restaurants for the trip so far I really wanted to try the street food stalls.
I headed for dinner at a stall on the roadside of the night market. It’s wedged in on either side by Burger King and McDonalds. The lovely lady at Vanilla Place gave me directions using these two, and the Starbucks over the road. It’s reassuring this place can still thrive in the face of the multinationals.
I don’t know if this stall has a name but if it does it won’t be in English. There is no menu. Everyone just knows what they want. And everyone here is Thai. I am conspicuously Caucasian. I’m sat squished at a table with two Thai families.
The waitress barks “soup” at me and I nod. I don’t know what I’m getting. When it arrives after a bit of a wait I get a bowl of noddles with fish balls and vegetables.
Behind where I sit, the fridge full of drinks is help yourself. I do, to a Chang.
The restaurant is nothing more than an awning with plastic chairs and a food stand. But this is what I love about Asia, that these stalls just pop up and make amazing, quick dishes that the locals want to eat.
I can’t understand how or why anyone visiting would walk past a stall like this and head into McDonald’s.