So I took the Missus Out For A Feed Tonight....

So I took the missus out for a feed tonight. We chose a small restaurant we’d never been to before, but had passed several times.

I’d never seen many customers there, so I was a little unsure as to the quality of the food. But, everyone deserves a chance, so tonight we went.

As you do, we sat, placed our order, and I began to devour my one beer that I have during diner (always a large bottle). I knew we’d ordered several dishes, 2 I recognized, the other 3 I didn’t. Seems this restaurant has a few different choices to others, including a large bloody karaoke machine at each hut. (The restaurant consisted of several small huts placed around a small pond).

The beer was going down quite well, and I was thinking about a second when the meal finally arrived. A couple of the dishes look like som tum style dishes, and one even had macaroni pasta in it. Yum I thought. I can usually stomach some spicy food, so I wasn’t bothered about how spicy it may have been, the marinated pasta looked too good to pass up.

What is it with bloody bugs that always seem to leave you alone until you’re sitting down having a meal at a restaurant? Annoying things kept landing on our plates, and the missus wasn’t too happy. I had to continuously fish the bugs from her plate, she was too scared to touch them (that’s coming from someone that usually loves bugs deep fried with salt!!)

Anyways, so here I am digging into some nice fried rice, and pasta, and I say to the missus, “This pasta is beautiful. How do they get it to taste so chewy and wonderful?”

“That not pasta, is moo”. Meaning pig.

I looked closer, and thought pig meat doesn’t look twisted like macaroni. Unless….

Oh my god, its f**king pig intestines.

“Is this pig Intestine?” I asked, pointing to my lower stomach area.

“Yes, if that’s what you call it, Aroy?”

I was enjoying this meal, and all of a sudden my stomach turned, and the last few chews of the piece I had in my mouth suddenly became the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life.

I must admit, it did taste nice, until I found out what it was. Next time I’ll either not ask what something is, or find out before I eat half of it.

What really made me laugh later on thinking about it, was how my missus will eat deep fried bugs, pig intestines, prawn heads, and all things gooey, but she can’t handle some small bug landing on her dish?
Amazes me, these Thai women, but you gotta love them either way…