Originally Posted by
thegent
Quite extraordinary thread in some respects.
A feckless, rootless Swan Vesta happens upon a watering hole in deepest Isaan and writes a less than flattering review on the not unpredictable grounds that the comestibles were less than authentic and served disagreeably under the patronage of a falang in some marital disharmony.
What the fuck did the prick expect? A branch of the Oriental opened for his delectation with rose petals sprinkling his way to a table adorned by the finest linen attended by sweet virgins bearing pork products raised in organic splendour amidst the splendid rolling hills of some pig Nirvana?
And of course, in extremis, our poor disappointed boulevardier in jaded nostalgia utters that cri de coeur " where is Timba ? " as if such an invocation would compensate him for his lost pleasures.
Mmmmm.... can't get what I want in hicksville so I'll salivate upon the cuisine of a luk kreung whose expertise could be measured by the breadth of a garlic clove as if that amounted to anything very much except to an aspiring oik.
Perhaps the Scamp might have concluded otherwise if Martin had commissioned our little freckled auteur to publicise his establishment a la videodrama ?
I do hate folk taking pot shots at soft targets particularly when there is no reason beyond providing a so called opportunity for expressing what they might stupidly presume to be their ' talents ' ( unless of course the object of derision might be a demented seppo or two).
Fuck off Scamp, grow up and DO something.
