NOT a food blog
The restaurant was as authentic as it could get. From fake plastic flowers in cheerful reds and yellows that guaranteed eternal spring to Thai speaking waitresses who whispered conspiratorially upon learning that I wasn’t Thai (my two mates consisted of a pale faced Aussie and the Hairy Weekend B^*ch©, both of whom bore very little resemblance to anything Thai), it […]
Food, for me, is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Food, for me, represents the love of family, the fellowship of friends, and the community and communality it brings.