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Street Food in Asia: Are You Brave?<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t\n\t\t\t![\"Eating](\"https:\/\/bp0.blogger.com\/_Goo1BmTC80U\/SEpC0KWoD4I\/AAAAAAAAAh4\/L7Ulem7j-HQ\/s200\/IMGP1756.jpg\")
<\/a><\/figure>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\n\n\nFor those with an iron constitution and a little courage, the street food in Asia is not only cheap and cheerful, but also a staple for many residents. Usually for under a dollar, you can help yourself to a serving of your favourite meal, cooked right in front of you. Pad Thai, curries, sweet roti, fried rice, green papaya salad, fried meats and fish, and yes \u2013 even insects, are available for sampling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some of the best places to enjoy a street-food-meal are at the local markets, where in between shopping for local crafts and souvenirs, you can stop off for a meal or drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We enjoyed the street food of Asia, and had no incidents of digestive distress to speak of (as many people worry about). I will say though, that after many weeks of this type of eating (ie: eating while standing or walking through thick crowds, and typically shoveling the food down whilst in search of our next street-food course), we found that our ability to sit down and enjoy a meal is now hindered. But at restaurants they tend to look at us funny if we say we want to eat standing up, so we sit down, try to slow down, and not rush off to another restaurant as soon as we\u2019re finished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTo Go, Please\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\nAsian people also don\u2019t like to eat while standing and walking, so when they choose to eat street food, they often get it to go. And when you order this way, you can expect your meal to be served up\u2026in a plastic bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t
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It was when I saw people getting drinks to go \u2013 also in plastic bags \u2013 that I realized fast food is an art form in Asia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I guess it is a good thing \u2013 plastic in general isn\u2019t good, but a few plastic bags is less wasteful and harmful for the environment than hard plastic cups, or Styrofoam<\/a>.
See also: My Zero Waste Kit for Travel<\/a><\/em>
<\/p>\n\n\n\nFood Court?<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\nWhile in Chiang Mai, we had one of the best food court experiences of all time. In a temple courtyard on the night of a weekly local market, dozens of street food stalls set up along the perimeter of the square. In the middle were some beautiful thick rich-coloured wood picnic tables and benches. And typical of so many public eating establishments in Thailand, we found it to be impeccably clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What capped off the experience and made it memorable for us was the accompaniment: monks chanting. The hum and low lull of their voices in unison provided all the ambience we needed for an incredible experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mongolian Grill?<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\nOne night in search of a new set of street food stalls, we passed by what appeared to be a Mongolian Grill. We had dined at such establishments many times back home in Toronto; a large round grill occupies the middle of your table, and you are brought trays of various meats, fish, and vegetables to cook up and dip in a variety of delicious sauces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSweet\u201d! We said, as we excitedly took our places at a table. What fun this will be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When we looked around at the other customers, we were pleased to discover that the place was not only packed (a good sign), but we were the only white people there (also a good sign).<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t
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<\/a><\/figure>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\n\n\nThe server spoke absolutely no English (this evening was full of good signs), so she basically brought us the standard fare for this restaurant. We immediately recognized the little plastic trays as they were brought to our table. Via sign language the server asked if we knew what we were doing, to which we casually indicated that we were old pros at this form of dining. She filled the perimeter of the grill with water (our first sign that maybe we were in over our heads), and walked away with what in retrospect I can only imagine was a slight smirk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still sure we knew what we were doing, but wanting to confirm our knowledge, we stole glances at the couples and families enjoying their meals near to us. Lettuce and fish went into the water (which was now boiling), and the meat went on the grill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay, this is no problem. It\u2019s a little different, but still a Mongolian Grill, just as we thought,\u201d we said with a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then, we took a look at the meat in front of us. Something fatty – bacon? Something pink. Something resembling ribs. Something else shiny, something that looks like liver, and two more trays of bacon-looking meat. It appeared that instead of getting a selection of different meats, we got a selection of different parts of a pig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t
![\"Eating](\"https:\/\/bp0.blogger.com\/_Goo1BmTC80U\/SEpC0KWoD4I\/AAAAAAAAAh4\/L7Ulem7j-HQ\/s1600-h\/IMGP1756.jpg\")
<\/a><\/figure>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\n\n\nFor those with an iron constitution and a little courage, the street food in Asia is not only cheap and cheerful, but also a staple for many residents. Usually for under a dollar, you can help yourself to a serving of your favourite meal, cooked right in front of you. Pad Thai, curries, sweet roti, fried rice, green papaya salad, fried meats and fish, and yes \u2013 even insects, are available for sampling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some of the best places to enjoy a street-food-meal are at the local markets, where in between shopping for local crafts and souvenirs, you can stop off for a meal or drink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We enjoyed the street food of Asia, and had no incidents of digestive distress to speak of (as many people worry about). I will say though, that after many weeks of this type of eating (ie: eating while standing or walking through thick crowds, and typically shoveling the food down whilst in search of our next street-food course), we found that our ability to sit down and enjoy a meal is now hindered. But at restaurants they tend to look at us funny if we say we want to eat standing up, so we sit down, try to slow down, and not rush off to another restaurant as soon as we\u2019re finished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTo Go, Please\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n Asian people also don\u2019t like to eat while standing and walking, so when they choose to eat street food, they often get it to go. And when you order this way, you can expect your meal to be served up\u2026in a plastic bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t Order curry, and you\u2019ll get a small bag of rice, another with curry in it, and maybe a third with various condiments. They have a great way of tying the bags with an elastic so they are full of air and securely fastened, and yet easy to open. I tried and tried to emulate their bag-tying prowess, but to no avail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was when I saw people getting drinks to go \u2013 also in plastic bags \u2013 that I realized fast food is an art form in Asia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess it is a good thing \u2013 plastic in general isn\u2019t good, but a few plastic bags is less wasteful and harmful for the environment than hard plastic cups, or Styrofoam<\/a>. Food Court?<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n While in Chiang Mai, we had one of the best food court experiences of all time. In a temple courtyard on the night of a weekly local market, dozens of street food stalls set up along the perimeter of the square. In the middle were some beautiful thick rich-coloured wood picnic tables and benches. And typical of so many public eating establishments in Thailand, we found it to be impeccably clean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What capped off the experience and made it memorable for us was the accompaniment: monks chanting. The hum and low lull of their voices in unison provided all the ambience we needed for an incredible experience.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mongolian Grill?<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n One night in search of a new set of street food stalls, we passed by what appeared to be a Mongolian Grill. We had dined at such establishments many times back home in Toronto; a large round grill occupies the middle of your table, and you are brought trays of various meats, fish, and vegetables to cook up and dip in a variety of delicious sauces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSweet\u201d! We said, as we excitedly took our places at a table. What fun this will be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When we looked around at the other customers, we were pleased to discover that the place was not only packed (a good sign), but we were the only white people there (also a good sign).<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t The server spoke absolutely no English (this evening was full of good signs), so she basically brought us the standard fare for this restaurant. We immediately recognized the little plastic trays as they were brought to our table. Via sign language the server asked if we knew what we were doing, to which we casually indicated that we were old pros at this form of dining. She filled the perimeter of the grill with water (our first sign that maybe we were in over our heads), and walked away with what in retrospect I can only imagine was a slight smirk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Still sure we knew what we were doing, but wanting to confirm our knowledge, we stole glances at the couples and families enjoying their meals near to us. Lettuce and fish went into the water (which was now boiling), and the meat went on the grill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, this is no problem. It\u2019s a little different, but still a Mongolian Grill, just as we thought,\u201d we said with a sigh of relief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then, we took a look at the meat in front of us. Something fatty – bacon? Something pink. Something resembling ribs. Something else shiny, something that looks like liver, and two more trays of bacon-looking meat. It appeared that instead of getting a selection of different meats, we got a selection of different parts of a pig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t\t<\/a><\/figure>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\n\n\n
See also: My Zero Waste Kit for Travel<\/a><\/em>
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