We Didn't Eat Like The Locals

There were a number of stalls lining the street peddling rice, noodles and whatnots. I went closer to peek at one. It was like an economical rice stall in Singapore which offered a selection of vegetables, meats and unknown brown thingies in gravy. One could have white rice or boiled white rice.

We passed by stalls which were quite full. The locals weren't exactly sitting down to eat. I suppose the prices at these stalls are not kind to them. But I knew for a fact that the locals were quoted one fair price and tourists were given a higher rate. Still, the stall owners were mainly the locals here, so most of them took packed meals. Looking at the number of non-locals and tourists squatting on tiny stools by the roadside and merrily eating, we were almost tempted to follow suit.

We retreated to some random expat-ish restaurant for an egg phad thai. I was kinda hoping to go to the Indian restaurant which was halal. I flipped through the menu and saw some good vegetarian options. But the colleagues and I guess are kinda strangers to one another, so we're still doing that dance of doing things where we can select fail-safe options. The colleague must had been really tempted by the street food, but seeing that the other two weren't interested, she didn't ask us. Heeeeee. Oh well. The egg phad thai was good, just not spicy enough. Got MSG in there for sure. Baaah.