Lunchtime is fantastic for several reasons: a) you aren't working, b) you are eating.
Now if there are two things at opposing ends of the Love/Hate spectrum, it's these.
LOVE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------HATE
eating, masturbation, the wire, mother-in-law, the postman, working
Recently however, I've began to get a little bored of my usual midday meals which, when at the office, consist of something ridiculously healthy and therefore bland and borderline putrid - although there's a great deal to be said for a sweet spud smothered in slowly melting feta cheese with a side of avocado and leafy greens garnished with a liberal splash of balsamic. If you know what I mean.
When working at home I doth venture over yonder to my local Wetherspoons and take advantage of one of their daily deals, which follow...
Mexican Monday
Steak Tuesday
Wing-it Wednesday (that's chicken, people)
Curry Thursday
Fish Friday
These have also began to take a decided turn for the mundane - although I'm sure they always were and it's just the fact that I'm eating a full plate of traditional pub grub for less than the fiver which added the mystery flavour.
So yesterday when I stumbled upon a new Thai eatery I reasoned it would be thoroughly fucking rude indeed not to pop in and sample their wares.
I opted for the noodle soup with beef.
It was delicious.
If you look at the picture you'll note that there is simply no way that this photograph could've been taken in Thailand.
1. There's a fork present. I don't think I ever saw a fork in Thailand that didn't look like it had been psychologically assaulted by Uri Geller.
2. The condiment pots are spotless. Well, they were. At the end of that meal they were stippled with a litre of broth.
3. The drinking vessel isn't military issue - and, this is a massive giveaway, it actually has a slice of real life lemon in it. Not lime. Lemon. The fact that it's got any fucking form of citrus in it should be enough of a hint.
4. Perhaps the most significant indicator that this was a dish consumed in the UK, is something not visible in this picture - the price. If I remember rightly the last bowl of noodle soup I ate in Isaan set me back the princely sum of 30baht, or 60 pence.
This was a little bit dearer than that.
Closest guess gets a thumbs up from the great and magnificent Slap :sparkle:
Answers on a post card please.
Or down there \/