Exist in every street corner and many sidewalks. At varying level of portability from a wagon they push to a storefront with chairs and tables on the sidewalk for customer to sit.
Photos to come.
So I would walk down a street smelling the scent of cooking on the street. On days, it would make me drool. Sometimes the peppers in whiff are so strong I walk away with my eyes tearing up a bit.
Sanitary? Most likely not to US standards. But a majority of the Thai population eat out in these vendors on a daily basis.
Since I had the misfortune of suffering from severe food poisoning in the past, I told my coworkers that I am not letting myself eat from a street vendor until a month after I move here, allowing for my body to acclimate gradually.
Oh, I’ve been tempted to break that self-imposed restriction. My coworkers would lead me between street stalls to ge a good whiff of the food. They know my being Asian made me appreciate the scents.. and want to eat the food.
Today, that trial period is over. And I celebrated by buying donuts at a corner vendor outside work. It looked like a donut hole with caked sugar glaze. Sweet.
It had something spicey inside almost curry-ish in strength and flavor. *cough* Whew, what a surprise. Wasn’t expecting that. But I’m still standing on my two feet over 14 hours later.
Finally. I can eat really Bangkok food.