Outside a 7-11 store in downtown Bangkok a family runs a pavement restaurant in sweltering heat. Great-Gran
and Gran in the kitchen, Mum greeting new customers and taking payment, little 9 year old bringing cutlery, washing up and generally providing cuteness. There is a lot of communication. Approaching farangs much discussed even before we present ourselves. Thai grins in quad.
Table for 2? Big sparkling Thai Grin. Anywhere.
We alight on seats like upturned buckets at a table that looks like it was recovered from a rubbish dump. It is scrubbed clean
though.
Menu for you! Kap kun, krap…
A huge list of items in Thai script dreadfully translated into English.
Phad Thai, rice and chicken, 2 beers? So sorry no beers. You buy here..
The pointing finger indicates the 7-11. Of course, no refrigeration, no electricity, no licence, no drinks. In the shop I buy a beer and an iced tea for 60baht.
Returning to the table, lunch is already served. Steaming hot straight from the wok, these dishes are spicy, citrusy, salty and with a hint of sweet. The phad thai is sprinkled with crushed peanut and coriander. You wouldn’t get a better lunch in any London restaurant.
The bill for food comes to 100baht for the 2 meals. So including drinks that is GBP 3.20 or GBP 1.60 per head. Could one produce such a meal at home for the same outlay, including the stove gas?
Fascinated, I begin to take photos and ask questions.
What is this here? And what is that? Can I watch? OK to take photo?
Gran is making the sauces, Great-Gran does the rice and noodles.
Gran has the kind of array of herbs, spices, syrups, pastes, sauces, sugars, chopped roots, nuts, vegetables and pickles that only tropical diversity can provide. All this arranged in old margarine tubs on the half meter square top of her steel trolley. She has a metal spatula, and a wok above a gas flame. Battered straw hat (1); toothy-peg grin (1), happy attitude that exceeds the mass of the visible universe (1). She is immensely pleased by my interest, although linguistic communication is nil.
On her daughter’s signal she cooks, loading up her metal spatula from the array of tupperware pots in front of her, each with its own spoon. In less than a second a primed wok is full of sizzling ingredients.
The four larger pots immediately in front of her are clearly significant. Snail’s pace communication reveals that these are the 4 signature Thai flavours: Tamarind (sour), soy sauce (salty), palm sugar syrup (sweet) and red chilli (hot). She can call on each of these with the flick of a spoon. If cookery were orchestral it might look like her trolley: bass, tenor, alto and soprano choir immediately in front, then at the flick of a baton holy basil, coriander, mushrooms, chopped shallots, chopped peanuts, galangal, chopped lemon grass, kafir lime leaves, limes and the rest of the orchestra arranged around.
Bangkok’s Karajan cooks and grins a gappy grin.