Ling was putting Luke to bed. I try not to be around, because it means I have to sit in the dark and wait for him to fall asleep. It’s trying. So instead, I took my bike out and went to a Jazz Club that I had heard about. Unfortunately, I went there at 7pm. At that point there are no customers and there is no music. Band doesn’t start until 9pm.
So I went off in search of something else. I ended up stopping at a totally random street-food place that was quite busy. I pointed at what the other tables were eating and said I’d have that. One table was eating towgay (bean sprouts) which I love to eat.
They brought me a heineken, this bean sprout dish, and a plate of, basically, fried rice.
The heineken was cold.
The towgay dish was bean sprouts stir-fried with mixed animal organs and quail eggs. I don’t know exactly what parts, but things like bits of kidney, liver, esophagus, lung, whatever. The towgay wasn’t cooked adequately so it had that nasty rhyzome/green taste to it.
The fried rice was quite oily, but what was weirder was that it was cooked to the point that %25 of it was cooked to a crisp. Not very pleasant.
Then I looked under the tiny table I was sitting at (everyone sits on tiny stools 6″ off the ground and tables 14″ off the ground), kicking away all the waste paper and squeezed limes, to reveal approximately a half-dozen gnawed-on chicken claws-and-calf. That was pretty rude.
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