On Jul 8, 7:37*am, Brian Anasta > wrote:
> Hi Everyone,
>
> I guess as a bit of a follow-up from one of our previous discussions,
> I thought it would make a neat idea if people wouldn’t mind posting in
> some incidents/situations/dilemmas they’ve had when it comes to
> culinary topics. I’m sure folk out there have had some weird and wacky
> experiences that would give others a bit of a chuckle (i.e. light-
> hearted relief).
>
> Anyways, since this was MY idea, I will again BE first cab off the
> rank (pardon the pun heh). A few days ago, and only hours after
> arriving in the thriving SE Asian capital of Bangkok (sometimes
> referred to as the City of Angels and/or the Venice of the East) I was
> quite famished and decided to go try out a nearby Som Tum dish that
> was being feverishly served up at a street-side (pavement to you
> Septic Tanks or Yanks food stall. After being asked how hot I would
> like the dish, which I answered as Nit Noi (meaning ‘a little’ to all
> you folk who CAN’T speak Thai!) I sat at my small plastic chair
> dripping in sweat – from both the 90% humidity as well as the
> anticipation for what was in store.
>
> After approximately 3 to 4 minutes (maybe it was a little longer, I
> lost track of time momentarily from all the excitement) the dish was
> brought to my table….WOW, not only did the Som Tum smell absolutely
> divine, it also looked extremely sexy. The shredded green papaya was
> haphazardly heaped onto the plate in strange, almost phallic-like
> formations. As the sweat increasingly fell from my sunburnt forehead,
> my heart started to thump and the blood in the veins around my upper
> loin regions pumped so hard that the throbbing became almost
> unbearable.
> I nervously surrendered to the temptation AND in the short amount of
> time it took for the fork to move from the plate to my swollen and
> cracked lips, I began a pulsating, metaphoric culinary journey on the
> dirty yet seductive streets of Bangkok that even today, I am still
> having difficulty in explaining.
>
> Well folks, I am dying to hear some of YOUR experiences when it comes
> to your extra-ordinary relationships with food. Please don’t hold
> back, as I feel the environment we have here at rec.food.cooking is
> one in which we should all feel comfortable enough TO express our
> inner-most thoughts and desires.
>
> Kind Regards,
> Brian Anasta

The following occurred in Mazatlan Mexico.
My buddy and I, went into a restaurant/bar frequented by locals. All
we wanted was a beer for cripes sakes! Anyway, we each ordered one
beer. And we got more than we bargained for/ordered. The waiter
brought our beer. Then he brought a stack of tortillas. Then he
brought us each some kind of chicken soup with chicken feet in it.
The soup was outstanding I must say. The chicken feet? Well I didn't
eat them, although some people do.
No sexah food there. But shit. I could have et there cheap, on the
cheap. Why din't I? Hell, I don't know. Like the best ****ing
shrimp soup I had was at the Acapulco market. The market for the
locals. This was back in 1974. An outstanding piece of soup making.