“Um…Ummm… Ummmm Good!” Hyper-enthusiasm warning: the Food Ranger is the Bob Ross of Foodies. “The fish eggs are springy and salty!!”
But stick around for the “Mr. Roti John Sloppy Burger.” (15:57)
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There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
by Shel Silverstein
The steel mill sky is alive.
The fire breaks white and zigzag
shot on a gun-metal gloaming.
Man is a long time coming.
Man will yet win.
Brother may yet line up with brother:
This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise,
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people
march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandberg
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“Can I get a dozen fresh baluts und eine bier, bitte?”
“Danke!”
Some of the best street food I’ve had in SE Asia was in Taipei, Taiwan….and, I think because Taiwan is more developed the chance of suffering some illness is less, but it is still Asia. Look for the vendors with lines at their stalls. The line moves quickly and the product remains fresh.
Though I must say that eating piles of really sloppy food, as viewed in this vid, without utensils is a big turn-off for me.
Why eat foreign slop? American food is the best.
Not in Malaysia.
What, no bat soup? Fuget about it.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
It’s a bad idea to be watching this at 6:30 in the morning. That guy has an irritating voice and personality. But then, I am not a people person.
Seeing all that slop in what looks like the same sauce makes it all look like something the cat threw up.
Thanks but no thanks.
I love Indian, Thai, and Vietnamese food and I assume that I would love many Malay/Indonesian dishes, but I just cannot listen to these young’uns with their nasal twang. What ever happened to wanting to sound like a man? Oh wait … nvm …
Back when it was relatively safe (50 years ago) I used to visit Mexico. Walk the streets and eat the street food. Even someone’s comment that they had never seen a stray dog or cat in Tijuana while I was eating a street taco didn’t bother me. But then I got it! Food poisoning that is. A Canadian who was staying in the same hotel told me that the local pharmacy will sell you antibiotics without a prescription and told me what to buy. He said that all Canadians who vacation in Mexico begin taking them the day before they fly in.
Too many food borne diseases in Asia for me. If you are old enough you will remember when hepatitas was almost unheard of in the U.S. even though it was common in Asia. Now it is common here too. Wonder how that happened?
Nobody Atall: I’ve been binge watching “Father Knows Best” on Antennae tv. The thing that sticks out the most is when the father or son say “at all.” They both pronounce it as “a tall.” It sounds like the way you spell it.
I got food poisoning three times in my two years in the PI. I think the locals are immune to the cooties. By the third time I got food poisoning, it was a rather mild event in comparison with the first adventure when I become a human waterfall. Poor bastard that had to clean up my hotel bathroom should have been given a DSC and a purple heart.
I was in Hong Kong in about 2002 and after a long night of bars and beer the crew I was with were walking back to the hotel and ran across this street vendor selling long chilis filled with corn meal and deep fried in a wok. It was served to you in a sheet of newspaper. Damn that was good! In the PI, the street vendor selling ice cream is known to be selling “dirty ice cream”. Ask any Pinoy and they will giggle while acknowledging it. Good stuff.