Epicurious or Steve's Barbecue
Each night I have a choice for dinner: Go Local or Eat something I can pronounce?
Last night I decided to go local. This decision was heavily influenced by the need to be temporarily relieved of my duties with KEWIC.
The western pub on the corner is filled with old men and their local lolitas and I can’t stand it. My foot grows sore from passing out the justice. If only the grilled fish and mashed potatoes weren’t to die for?
Anyhow, I passed on the fish and sought out a busy local place I’ve walked by a few times. They cook skewered meat and butter-drenched French bread over open flames. I was never able to id the meat, which was kind of off-putting (I think it was something’s liver), but the bread was delicious and so was the freshly squeezed sugar cane juice.
I ordered by pointing. My bill was fifty cents. And, best of all, I didn’t get diarrhea. A success all around.
Tonight I will be somewhat less epicurious as I head to the grand opening of Steve’s Barbecue, which advertises All You Can Eat for $5.50. It’s eleven times more expensive than last night’s meal, but I should be able to id the meat.
If you are worried about me getting a little pudgy from the All-You-Can-Eat feast, fear not. I’m sure I’ll burn it off as I attend to my KEWIC duties
“My bill was fifty cents. And, best of all, I didn’t get diarrhea.”
You’ve summed up what my husband says everyone says about Cambodian street food: “Cheap, and I didn’t get sick.”
It’s not fabulous food, especially when compared with neighboring countries.