Aribica
I had run out of coffee beans or I was lazy to brew my usual morning cuppa. The real reason doesn’t matter; what it meant was that I had to go out if I was going to get my usual fix of A.M. caffeine. Outside … Continue readingAribica
I had run out of coffee beans or I was lazy to brew my usual morning cuppa. The real reason doesn’t matter; what it meant was that I had to go out if I was going to get my usual fix of A.M. caffeine. Outside … Continue readingAribica
Our luggage had been all over the world, you remind me. We ought to take good care of them, and we do. The bands that wrap around them, striped with colours and conviction. These are ours, they say. These are our travels and our adventures. … Continue readingLuggage
The mauves and the magentas, the cobalts and the indigos. The night sky over Bangkok when the sun has barely set. The silhouettes of buildings we recognise, always, but never knew the names to. The traffic in the streets below – Ratchadaphisek, Asok Montri, Wireless … Continue readingSkyline
We’re seated outdoors at the corner shop that sells pork noodles along Sukhumvit 26. (There’s another shop nearby, almost indistinguishable, so I guess regulars will go to the one they’re familiar with. There are no wrong choices.) The fun part about dining alfresco is the … Continue readingA bigger splash
This might be the last time we eat here at Kao Bahn. Before leaving Bangkok. Before the shop closes for good or moves away. Either way, it won’t be the same. Everything is subject to change, whether we approve or not. Yet this is what … Continue readingKao Bahn
Anniversary dates are merely suggestions. There’s nothing that says we can’t have an early celebratory dinner, even if it’s more than a week early. The point is in toasting the special occasion together, rather than stubbornly following the calendar. This evening we are having identical … Continue readingRamen, chashu and you