Restaurant Review: Cabbages and Condoms

If eating on a table of condoms is your thing, this is the place to go. For two guests- harraton and her hubby The Princeton Boy- and me, it was one evening last week.

Run by a non-profit that is an equivalent to Family Planning for the Americans, the profits go to sponsor eduation of birth control, STD prevention, family planning, as well as rural development and charity.

After walking through a rather nice little walkway through some tropics plans, one is greeted by a statue of Captain Condom, decked out completely by condoms and birth control pills. Colourful ones, too.

The menu features primarily Thai dishes. But the quality of the food, so-so. It’s decent enough that I don’t feel like we were cheated out of our money but in a city of Thai food, it wasn’t exceptional either.

One goes just for the experience. With outdoor seating and open-air top floor bar, the decoration and decor is something of a site that you should see just because you have the opportunity to. The cause doesn’t hurt either, not in a city that thrives off a shady sex industry.

Shine, Baby, Shine!

I started feeling self conscious about the scrawl on the car. I felt like everyone was looking. More because there really aren’t that many dirty cars on the road. So I set myself on a very poorly planned trip to the car wash. I didn’t do my research and ended up sitting in traffic to make a turn that ended having me miss a turn.

I had to stop by work to pick up stuff and ask a local employee. It’s in Central, not Siam.

There really aren’t many car wishes sitting around town. Either they all are further out or people really just wash their own cars.. or have their drivers do it.

A ripe fee of 300 baht later, the car is the cleanest it has ever been since my $35 carwash I got a month after I bought it.

Wash me

I got home this morning and immediately went to run errands. My car in the garage has built up so much dust it is actually brown instead of green in colour. Someone ran his or her finger across the trunk, scrawling Thai. I assumed it was a “Wash me” but the reactions of people around me didn’t quite seem to line up.

I finally pulled into the front of my building and beckoned of the girls at the desk to come translate. After a smothered giggle, she read “The car washer has moved abroad.”

That would explain why the guards in my work and home compounds were producing belly laughs, but the drivers of passing cars scratching their heads.