Holy fuck i'm still blogging about Bangkok when i'm back from Japan. It's tedious juggling between 2 blogs but i really don't want to neglect this one. Besides, i can say whatever i want here, like admitting to masturbating to pictures of Jun Hong. Wait what.
Sniping an eye candy while waiting for our uber. I just love his spiky hair and how he combines jeans with sandals.
First food stop of the day is known as Wattana Panich, a local favourite specialising in beef noodles that is largely untouched by annoying tourists taking photos of every inch of the place. Brb while i take photos of every inch of the place.
This jacuzzi of beef is 40 years old! I kid you not, they have been recycling the beef stock since they first opened, which explains why their soup is extremely flavourful. Thankfully the beef isn't as old or i would not be here typing this post by now.
Bubbling cauldron of beefy goodness omg i just want to soak inside and come out as a soft chunk of 小鲜肉.
The broth was impossibly rich and deep in flavour that i felt a nosebleed incoming because it was so nourishing. I got a few funky looking beef parts in my bowl but every piece was tender and delightful.
Enough food blogger descriptions liao hor. There's only so many ways that i can describe 好吃.
Lamb.. weird parts soup? Really herbally and thick, but without the goat smell. Also the reason why my penis would not stop standing later that night.
After having breakfast, we decided it would be a good idea to have brunch immediately, before having lunch at Chatuchak. Making use of every single mealtime, efficiency.
This time it's all about braised goose at Chua Kim Heng, an old school open air coffee shop with a distinct herbal aroma in the air. Oh, the place also felt like an oven.
Prices were pretty steep for the signature dishes, unless you want to get full by eating fucking goose entrails, which would be like visiting the best brothel in town just to decide on the cleaner.
The succulent braised goose had absorbed all the herbs and tasted really good. Every bite of the meat had braised zhup ejaculating inside your mouth.
Moving on to the goose leg mee sua, which was all sticky and gelatinous from the goose legs, but man was it packed full of flavour. Personally not a fan of goose legs but i enjoyed nibbling on the tender skin while slurping up the mee sua. Overall, the food here isn't cheap but worth a visit if you love goose or braised shit.
With our round tummies they declared it was time for lunch. 靠腰, 你们吃不饱啊? We ubered JustGrabTM-ed (sorry work restrictions) to Chatuchak and its plethora of street food to satisfy the 2 still-hungry ghosts.
FUCKING hot. How do people even live in this weather? Why do you even come out to gaigai?
Naturally, the solution to scorching hot weather is always ice cream to kickstart our 68/69 full stomachs.
The 2nd answer is a surefire way to get diabetes via Thai iced tea.
Kelly opted for some lemonade instead, as if his life wasn't sour enough being stuck with Jenny.
And then we came across Ally's kryptonite which he just couldn't resist. Fluffy toasted bread.
The elated face of someone who got into an orgy with 72 virgins. Pure bliss.
Jumped on the bandwagon and got the multi-coloured flavoured water.
And it tastes exactly like how it looks.. Just some overpriced syrup water but I DID IT FOR THE INSTAGRAM.
Bought a chicken cutlet rice hoping it would be as good as the one near our old workplace. Came away sorely disappointed..
Chatuchak was happening as usual, but as 3 guys who don't really shop we cleared it pretty quickly, with the only real note of interest being some fat guy performing tricks with a beer bottle while cooking paella.
But before heading back to the hotel for a food coma nap, we dabao-ed some roasted pork and prawn rolls for snacking and supper. Such foresight, planning ahead every step of da wae.
Before we knew it, it was dark and time for dinner. This cycle of eat, sleep, repeat was shiok in a sinful way. And of course for every Bangkok trip, you just have to visit the Mecca of pad thai, Thip Samai.
The queue was as exorbitantly long as always, but thanks to the efficient staff we got a table within 15 mins.
The omelette station where you can watch the artists at work while in the waiting line.
That wrist action as if he has done it thousands of times, a skill i can definitely relate to.. in a different context of course #respect
The notorious orange juice got its price hiked to $7 for a large bottle and $3.50 for a small one. 我操, 白痴才会买.
*Cough* in my defense i was thirsty
Wew they just do not disappoint. Consistently yummy every single time. Underwears = wet.
I know we were supposed to conserve stomach space but this was too good to refuse a 2nd plate. Best pad thai period.
Kelly recommended this place nearby that sells kaya toast, which sounds kinda boring but trust me, it's legit and you will soon know why.
人是多的咯
Choice of fluffy chunks of white bread with a bowl of thick, milky kaya dipping sauce, or toasted crispy bread with kaya spread all over it. Needless to say, we got both.
How can someone look so sexual eating kaya toast? Such a slut. The rain cancelled our plans to head to chinatown so we went to get an oil massage instead.
We were supposed to only wear this while the auntie touched our bodies? You can literally see through the thong or whatever pathetic piece of cloth this is meant to be. So yeah, somewhere out there is a Thai masseuse lady who has been traumatised by the sight of my dick. My sincere apologies.
Back in the hotel where we be chilling with ciders and dabao-ed toast. No bottle openers provided so we had to improvise and use a spoon. Don't you think handy men like us are the sexiest?
We were so full that we didn't have any supper that night and just giggled about girls and k dramas while wearing our PJs.
Joke, of course they had supper. I'm staying with 2 pigs remember? Stay tuned for more food (what else?) on the next post.
Bonus Video:
Ally looks tired after what we did last night teehee. As mentioned before, i had to contend with random spoonings at 2am from Kelly which was pretty fucking uncomfortable.
- End of Day 2 -
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