Friday, January 23, 2009


Yesterday on my way back into Chiang Mai, I pulled off to the side of the road and bought two different kinds of grilled-something-on-a-stick, fresh off a hot steel drum laden with smoking charcoal.

I may never know what exactly I ate, but it was reminiscent – I use that term loosely – of barbecue. One of the items had bones and wings (pigeon maybe?) and the other had a pungent earthy flavor that tasted of four-legged critters running close to the dirt.

I tore into the treats quickly and tried not to ruminate on the their origins until after I had washed them down with water. It was my most adventurous dining experience yet, but let's just say that now I know what not to order at the roadside grills...

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