Now I'm not a noodles man. They're nearly as pointless as soup. However, pad thai is my personal exception that proves the rule. I've had a brilliant one in Bangkok (obviously), a lovely one in Tooting (slightly surprisingly) and even a decent one in Horsham (amazingly).
And last night we cooked up our own and it went down a treat alongside a Cambodian chicken curry and a Vietnamese fried fish dish (actually also with noodles now I come to think of it).
We seem to treat the whole of the Far East as one big melting-wok.
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About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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