My two year old daughter and I took a 3km or so stroll for a a bit of grub this lunch time. Dividends are currently being reaped as she's now sparko in front of a Peppa Pig DVD..
Through the fields we roamed, negotiating all types of venomous wildlife..although the dog came with us, so I let the little fucker test the water as it were..'right, go there, if you get lunged at by an irrate cobra then we're offski'
As you can see, the soil has been washed with the blood of Issan slaves, but we deftly skipped through it, hunger pangs egging us on to our destination..
Now, my daughter insists this beanie should be donned on our viking hikes for rations, and rightly so..the sun was beating down like a bastard..
The journey continued with many a hindrance. My dog, despite an aggressive plea by myself, was angrily chased from our route by a trio of larger dogs..poor little fucker..still, at least the fat fuck got a bit of exercise.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, read: shack in the middle of bastard nowhere.. we sat down and eagerly quenched our thirts..
I ordered the Khao Pad Kai for the nipper and a Pad Krapow Nua sai kai dow (Mai Sook mo fo) for myself..
"Khao pad hai dek?" the chef asked...
"Indeed, indeed" I replied..
Well, my food came out as expected...
But my daughter's was presented without a single piece of greenery in sight..
Perhaps, some dieticians might give this place a visit....and educate the fuckers.