Reliving the trip through its delicious memories
Cambodian food is like Thai and Lao food. It doesn’t have that ‘magic-in-your-mouth-from-the-first-bite’ that Thai food delivers. It’s simpler. And that’s not a bad thing.
Those famous Kep peppers? Delicious.
Sadly, all attempts at finding happiness proved unsuccessful.
I was eating a lot of rice and noodles, but not always. By the time I’d reached Phnom Penh, I’d been travelling in IndoChina for close to 4 weeks. I try to eat local food as often as I can; it’s cheaper and often tastier. But so many days in, I was beginning to crave the familiar.
I started breaking my routine. I’d go a week with just rice and curry for every meal, and then I’d walk in to an Italian restaurant. Just for a change. I discovered the best arrabbiata I’ve ever eaten at a little Italian restaurant in Phnom Penh.
There are a lot of little Indian restaurants in Asia that are usually run by Bangladeshis. They always disappoint me so I’ve stopped eating at any Indian restaurants outside Dubai. But I still wonder.
The thing with photos of food is, the best tasting food sometimes won’t make a good photo.
I ate loads of stir-fried noodles at roadside stalls that were some of the tastiest noodles I’ve ever eaten. I liked that the stall-owners were using packets of instant noodles to cook their meals. It showed that everything was thrown together with whatever ingredients they had on hand. And it still tasted good.
You don’t need fancy presentation on a non-circular plate for your food to be delicious. These stalls were servicing locals. And we were sitting with them, enjoying their food.
I remember that the most.
Best dish I ate
The Crab n Pepper meal at a riverside restaurant in Kep.
Worst dish I had to suffer through
The buddha belly curry at The Vegetarian, Phnom Penh.