Haven’t written one of these posts in a while! I have, however, been chowing down pretty good’n’often recently. It suddenly hit me that once little Bannock is here, she is also going to be chowing down pretty good’n’often, which will probably lead to a slight reduction in my mobility. So, I am making a valiant attempt to eat my way around Bangkok before she arrives. Here are two of the restaurants that I hit up this week:
57th Street at the Marriott
One of the best parts about working for a magazine is the random invites that get sent my way. On Wednesday, I received an invitation to a celebration of Indian and Indian-Chinese food at the 57th Street restaurant at the Marriott, which would take place that evening. It was accompanied by an apology for the short notice. No apologies necessary: any time I’m invited to scarf curry for no charge, I’m a pretty happy camper. Todd made the supreme sacrifice of swapping his volleyball game for a night full of binge eating, and accompanied me.
The evening began with wine and Indian/Chinese fusion appetizers.
This photo demonstrates neither wine nor Indian-Chinese foods. But it does show TODD who likes to EAT.
After an hour of chit-chats and calories, the Indian ambassador to Thailand gave a brief speech – I’m sure the content was great, but my brain is drawing a complete blank – and we stormed the restaurant.
Part of the Indian selection.
Part of the Indian-Chinese fusion table
Aloo Gobhi, Kadhai Paneer, and Goan Prawn Curry
Wee gems from the ocean
The spread of food was pretty impressive. Sadly, these days my stomach’s capacity is pretty pathetic (compared to my glory days, at least), so I limited myself to Indian food.
But don’t worry about me! I still managed to find a few calories.
When I noticed that everyone around me was drinking wine, though, I decided to drown my sorrows in the dessert room.
Pretty decent, as distractions go.
I couldn’t fully capture everything Todd ate in one photo: let’s just say he got his money’s worth.
I can’t believe you didn’t at least TRY to capture my meal on film. So betrayed.
All in all, it was a delicious evening, and we will happily return any time the Marriott wants to celebrate Indian food.
Govinda’s
I barely had time to digest before it was time to waddle out for another meal. While the name may suggest otherwise, Govinda’s is actually an Italian restaurant. It has been quite a while since I’ve eaten Italian food, and I wanted to order everything on the menu. Decisions of any kind have never been my strong suit, but they are especially difficult now that I have to account for the cravings of both myself and Bannock. I haven’t been too impressed with her impulse control just yet. I started off with a Caprese Salad, and then ploughed through a plate of pesto gnocchi.
The gnocchi was great. My facial expression on the other hand…
Drowning in an amazing pool of oil/garlic/basil.
I ditched T-bone in favour of some more estrogen-filled comrades.
Who tried to pretend that I wasn’t taking awkward photos of them in the middle of their dinners/intense, estrogen-fuelled conversation.
I have to ask: is it a female thing to share meals? I’ve often seen women do this, but do men do it, too? I can’t speak for myself, because I am extremely territorial about food, and the thought of splitting dishes makes me break into a cold sweat. Maybe this is due to the fact that I grew up with four ravening wolves siblings.
Jacqueline, on the other hand, has no problem sharing meals.
The night ended with ice cream at one of the many, many conveniently placed McDonald’s outlets in this fine city. And now, I think I need to go sleep off this food hangover…
The Facetious Farang 