I don't like to feel correct about my suspicions of certain smiling bastards, but I think, sadly, that we won't be returning to our alley diner. It seemed that our kitchen master was peeved yesterday that we didn't leave a big tip, but instead left our usual. Let me make this more clear - There was some confusion on our team as to the size and amount of the currency, he thought I was handing over the whole wad, but I took some back, and then I also left an additional tip on the table. When he didn't get the wad, he made a pouty sour ugly whiny tantrum bad cheerleader face, which I didn't see, because it was blocked by my big dumb hat. Poodle M caught it and noted it.
Today, we were presented with a whopping bill, much more than we'd ever paid, and since there is no printed menu, as that would be the obvious and fair thing, we had to fork over the extra cash. Didn't feel good. But man was that a pretty smile that he gave us.
Here is the other thing around here that I have a hard time with - very little consistency. I noticed that at our diner, some days they put sugar and water in the OJ, yesterday it was salt, today, nothing, just ice. You can't count on shit here, just like Trader Joe's. The other day, I crossed a road block because someone had earlier moved a concrete pylon just enough so that minivans could squeeze by. Me and my tiny scooter cruised on by just as the rest, because why the hell not? No one said not to, they just closed the road for no apparent reason, and no one seemed to mind even though there were traffic cops on duty. Same rules apply on the road, some days it's open, some days it's closed. You can take it or leave it. I took it, and it didn't pay off. I had to head all the way back to the road block and take a circuitus route back to Patong, where Mad Max goes for ashram. But I digress.
Just now, this loud Italian was blocking the entry to the internet place, smoking with his fat ass plugging the stairs. Don Smoke-o didn't move, so the proprietress had to get out of her chair and then she smiled and giggled and ha ha ha ha pointed ever so coyly, oh please, giggle wiggle, you move, please, no smoke, he he he he he so sorry. I just watched the woman in awe. Hard to know what the hell is going on in there.
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Other note - Poodle M and I just had the nicest little dinner at a Danish Bakery. Such a nice break to have actual bread and real salami, with milkshakes. That definitely put a smile on our faces, the real kind.
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2 comments:
could it have been a miscommunication with the cook?
Anon,
It's entirely possible and I regret not coming back. When we returned to Bangkok, it was difficult to find anyone that served my favorite dish, in fact, they all laughed at us when we asked for it. It's a smelly dish to cook apparently. When we finally found a place, theirs was a poor version lacking the substance and flavor of the Alley Diner Chef's. If it was only a few Baht at issue, I should have looked at the bigger picture - That's not much money to me, the food was great, and who the hell cares?
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