I found it in Phuket. Mecca, shining nirvana, glimmering hope in noodle form. The crown jewel of a city, a country, a world. In a word “Stupid-good”. The quality of a dish being so good it in fact, clinically makes you dumber, albeit for a fleeting moment.
I love meat in stick form! Give me a fire and a stool and just leave me be please… Shoes off preferably. I think outdoor one off cookfests are the single most therapeutic experiences one can allot themselves. it was during one of these meat meditations that I started thinking back to my first night in Jakarta.
We were up at the crack of dawn to make this thing happen. The Mission was to take the historic train 150 miles west to go through Kanchanaburi, Thailand. These are the rails in the rolling hills and forest terrain that American, Thai and Burmese prisoners of war built during World War 2.