WHEN in the course of human Events, it becomes necessary….
American Restaurants Struggle While Malaysian Restaurants Rock On “MOST CRAZY Street Food in Asia!!! 81 Dishes, $3.00 to get FULL Best Indian Street Food in Malaysia”
byVanderleunonAugust 23, 2020
“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)
“Can I get a dozen fresh baluts und eine bier, bitte?”
“Danke!”
Kevin in PAAugust 23, 2020, 6:18 PM
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.
IB JoeAugust 23, 2020, 7:29 PM
Why eat foreign slop? American food is the best.
VanderleunAugust 23, 2020, 7:46 PM
Not in Malaysia.
AnonymousAugust 23, 2020, 11:19 PM
What, no bat soup? Fuget about it.
Rob De WittAugust 24, 2020, 6:08 AM
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
BrioAugust 24, 2020, 6:59 AM
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.
Nobody AtallAugust 24, 2020, 8:34 AM
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 …
OneGuyAugust 24, 2020, 8:42 AM
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?
BrioAugust 24, 2020, 9:09 AM
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.
Snakepit KansasAugust 24, 2020, 10:23 AM
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.
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Lament for the Rohirrim
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
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and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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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.