Every evening at 6, after the heat of the day, this bustling little clutch of food vendors opens for business in a vacant space along Ratchaphruek Road, next to the main entrance of my apartment. Three or four stalls in all, they serve up all sorts of wonderful street fare to commuters, taxi drivers and Metro Park residents alike. I eat there every night, with the cars whizzing by just a few feet away.
The old gal in the pink shirt cooks a wickedly spicy shrimp and basil over rice. The stand in the far background is big into pok-pok salads with grilled fish. But my favorite is still a simple chicken and dumplings noodle soup from the fellow in the foreground in the red apron. Thirty, forty baht (a little over a buck) for most everything.---
I am at the end of a self-imposed two-day chill-out -- not going anywhere, not spending any money, just kicking back and resting up for the start of English teacher certification, i.e., the reason I'm here. Because teachers are supposed to "dress polite," tomorrow I go shopping for the slacks I should have brought from home.
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