About a month ago the school took us out to lunch on a Saturday afternoon to celebrate the end of the semester and all of our post-graduation happiness.
We went to a fun restaurant way up in the green hills that overlooked down below.
The place was full of lots of interesting decorations, such as the pigs above.
This restaurant was crazy. It felt like a progressive dinner, except you don't move house to house. On average, a new plate comes out every 5 minutes for about an hour and a half (dead serious). After the third plate arrived, I was personally finished but had to fake it to make it.
Woof.
But first you start off by going and getting your own bowl full of sticky rice.
The guy above was our waiter, and he brought out the first plate: rice dough sprinkled with peanut dust. I am not a peanut person. It was disgusting.
But just before you have time to get settled with one plate, alas, the next one arrives...
and arrives...
and arrives...
and arrives...
and arrives...
and arrives...
and arrives...
...until finally it just becomes downright comical as you stare before you at the feast. I picked and nibbled from things here and there trying different things out. Some of it was delicious, and some was, well, still breathing. I had heard at one point that pig intestine had made its way to the table, but luckily it never worked its way near me...at least I think it didn't. There were 11 people at our table and all the Americans (and one South African) were done an hour before all the skinny Asians.
I should have put the "pig" picture from above down here because that is what we felt like after eating everything pictured above. It was fun though and a nice gesture from the school.
2 comments:
the food looks colorful & pretty! much better than what i had while there. in addition, pig intestine is grosssss. had it on the mission. i don't suggest it. ever.
What a great post son. What an 'eating' adventure. Most of it looked very excellent. You are right about the pig intestines however. Much better leaving them where they can't hurt anybody. Love you son.
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