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Travel Journal: Bangkok

Words & Photos by David Lee

We visited Bangkok while living in Singapore. It was a combination business and family trip which is not an uncommon way to travel in expat land. I traveled mid-week while Heidi (who you all know if you have explored this site at all) and our daughter, Sammie, followed on during the weekend. Despite a killer head cold that hampered me throughout, I was looking forward to it. What could be more exotic and exciting than Bangkok?

We had not been living in Southeast Asia long, so I was not quite used to the craziness yet. Singapore is so clean (some say sterile) and efficient, it does not quite prepare you for the shock of other Southeast Asian cities. So, my first impression of Bangkok was that it was a hot, crowded, noisy, polluted, unpleasant city. It didn’t help that getting to the hotel from the airport was difficult, and I felt terrible.

I had enough experience travelling not to let my condition or initial impressions deter me from learning more about the place. So, I set out from my hotel for my usual walkabout. I visited a number of local markets and saw a few shrines tucked into the alleyways. Eventually, I made it over to the park where I could escape the congestion created by the endless stream of cars and motorcycles.

Once I was in the park, I was able to grab some peace and observe people going through their day. One thing that caught me was the number of people jogging. I have never seen so many people running in one location. Literally hundreds of people all going in the same direction at the same time. Some of them should not have been out of bed much less loping through the heat. They looked as though they were ready to keel over any second. Others, were completely comfortable in full sweat pants and long sleeve tops. I was losing weight just watching them.

In another part of the park, a number of people were playing a game Sepak Takraw in Malay or Takraw in Thai. It is like volleyball but no hands. The players serve by tossing a ball, similar to a large Wiffle ball, into the air then helicopter kicking over their heads. Once the serve is over the net, the other side uses their heads, feet, torso, or shoulders – anything but hands – to set up a return kick. It was really quite amazing to watch these guys kicking six feet into the air. It should definitely be an Olympic sport.

After about two hours, I went back to the hotel and met up with my team. We went to a great dinner at the Spice Market, a Thai restaurant in the Four Seasons Hotel. We started with satay and a number of other appetizers, then onto lemon grass soup and two curries – one green and one red. This extra spicy meal did a lot to clear my head.

The next day was all business, but that night, our host took us to the Seafood Market & Restaurant. It is a big, fresh seafood market where they have live critters from around the world staring up at you from the tanks. Everything from lobster to trout to mud bugs wiggle around in the ice to attract attention. I am not fond of seafood, but for those who are, this is a great place. You are assigned a hostess to help you choose your dish. She puts it in a cart like at a grocery store, and then you tell them how you want it cooked. The options are fried, not fried, and with chili. The fish is then taken to the front of the restaurant where the 30 or so chefs administer last rights. Fifteen minutes later, you are piled under by food. This system clearly makes its profits from over zealous ordering.

 

Later that night, we were treated to hour long foot massages. Our host said that they ran for $6.50 USD per hour.  Twelve bucks if you want “extras.” What that means, I never learned (nor would Heidi have wanted me to).

Finally, we toured (unofficially) Patpong, a night market and red light district. In a word, interesting. I was very popular among the “ladies,” but you never can be sure in Bangkok. On entering the alley about 15 or 20 of them came up to me and started grabbing me in places I did not know I had. We had a beer then were shuttled off to a special bar that oddly resembled the fish market from earlier. One hears about these places so often, I felt the need to see if they were real. They are, unfortunately.

Family time. Heidi and Samantha came the next day. They took Air Asia which is the local version of Southwest Airlines. When an airline markets itself as a low cost carrier between Malaysia and Thailand, it sets fear into the hearts of those of us who live in “the first world.” We had gotten used to the high quality of service and operation of Singapore Airlines, so the real fear was that it would be a cattle car mentality. In fact, it was a surprisingly smooth and comfortable trip for less than USD $100 per person. The cabins were clean and the service was ten times better than many of the US carriers. The only issue was when the guy behind Heidi took off his shoes filling the cabin and her nose with toxic fumes. Heidi held her breath until blue but eventually had to switch seats.

We moved hotels to the Lebua at State Tower a massive structure that was formerly a government office building and apartment complex. Our room was on the 52nd floor (out of 72) and had been converted from a full apartment. For less that USD $150 per night, we had three bedrooms, a full kitchen, an office, a living room with a sectional couch and a spectacular view of the entire city.

We had dinner out at a restaurant that had been recommended to us called the Blue Elephant. On a side note, the restaurant was less than a mile away, so we tried to walk to it – big mistake. Walking anywhere in this part of Bangkok is difficult and a can be dangerous especially when the ground is wet from the days rains. The restaurant, however, was great. It was in an old house that was like a 19th century oasis in the middle of modern Bangkok. The food was good and spicy Thai cuisine. They had a few western meals that our daughter, Sammie, preferred. We thought we were pretty cool for discovering this fantastic Thai culinary experience until we learned that Blue Elephant is a chain restaurant out of Amstradam with restaurants everywhere. Ugh!

On the recommendation of some friends we hired a driver to take us around Bangkok. Her nickname was Rat from Kantapiyo Vimonrat (see www.ratservice.com, no kidding). She is a diminutive Chinese-Thai who clearly knew more about life in Bangkok than she let on. She owned her taxi, which was clean and well serviced.

Rat picked us up that first morning and took us to the Grand Palace and the connecting Wat Phra. This is one of those places that is impossible to describe in a few words, but since that is why we are here, I will say simply that it glitters in gold. I have never seen so much gold in one place. This is one of the richest looking structures that I have seen. It is on a level with Versailles.

 

The rain required us to change our itinerary and head for the Jim Thompson House after the Grand Palace. Thompson was famous as a former OSS (now CIA) spy who settled in Bangkok after the war and started a silk trade business. He may never have actually left the OSS and eventually turned up missing after taking a walk in a Malaysian resort at dusk. Some think he was eaten by a tiger. Others think he was kidnapped or killed. His house is a neat example of colonial living like something out of a romantic novel. Entirely made of wood, it was also mostly open to the outside and had some very cool artifacts from the day – Gin and tonic on the verandah anyone?

 

After the house, we made our way back to the city to tour Wat Po. The rain had let up a bit so it was now pleasantly muggy and near 100 degrees. Rat suggested we lunch at a restaurant that was authentic Thai – fooled again. I think she believed that this was what westerners wanted. This time it was like a throw back to a Victorian grand ballroom with a bit of night club singing thrown in. The food was good, again, but we still had not experienced real Thai cuisine in a proper setting.

Wat Po is a Buddhist monastery just off the riverside where the famous the golden reclining Buddha resides. It is a spectacular structure and Sammie had a great time making donations while spinning prayer wheels. Not only was the monastery itself quite beautiful it was full of life. A group of boys had a soccer game going in one of the court yards and a number of people were adding a soundtrack to our visit by practicing traditional music.

 

On our last touring day, we started out early for the floating market. It was bout 1 1/2 drive from our hotel out into the country. While clearly set up for tourists, the floating market is nevertheless a great experience. It is fun to imagine riding through the canals in times past. Our only disappointment is that everyone is selling the same tourist crud. Rat noticed that we were disappointed by this and took us to a local teak workshop. This was very cool. After an extended negotiation, we ended up purchasing a teak Buddha for about 1/3 the list price (1,000% profit and commission to Rat, I am sure).

For lunch, I told Rat that we really wanted to try some “real” Thai food in a real setting where the locals eat. We ended up in a strip mall not much different from those in the US eating in a food court and having a variation on hamburgers. Not quite the exotic fare we were hoping for. Be careful what you ask for.

Our last stop for the day was the Elephant Park. This is sort of a small zoo where they put on shows with trained elephants including reenactments of ancient Siamese battles. There is also a nearby crocodile farm where men put there heads in the mouths of live crocs who are obviously sedated. It’s a bit like attending a bull fight in Spain in that way. One must temporarily suspend your opinions and judgment and soak up the experience for what it is. This concept can be particularly true in Bangkok.  

 

 

To end our touring, we all went for massages. Sammie had a foot massage while Heidi and I had full body massages. One thing to consider when you are getting a legitimate massage in Thailand is that the masseuses are not shy. If there is something in their way, they move it. That said, we came out fully relaxed.

We had reservations for dinner at the outdoor restaurant Sirocco at the top of State Tower 70 floors up. The bar, which features prominently in recent ads for vodka, hangs way out on the edge. Nets are placed under the Plexiglas half walls to catch people who might hang over just a bit too far. Don’t think they would hold me, though. Cleary, it is an amazing dining experience. Unfortunately, when skies opened up during the appetizer, we were all shuffled inside. At that point, the experience turned into a bad prom in a small banquet room. The staff never quite recovered. After 2 hours of waiting for our next course, we gave up. Instead, we had room service 20 floors below in our room. If you plan to go to Sirocco, a must see, definitely check the weather and take no chances.

We didn’t want the experience to end this way, though. So, we set out to find a drink in a place with real atmosphere to end our trip. Our hotel was only a short walk from one of the Grand Dam hotels of Asia, the Oriental. While the rain prevented spending an evening on the verandah by the river, we did find the Bamboo Bar. This is a place set up to  feel like a Kipling novel with a unique cast of characters, a jazz singer, animal skin seat covers on bamboo chairs, a mahogany bar and a fine cigar shop.  Considered corny by US standards, the Bamboo bar is the perfect place to end a visit to Bangkok. The bar, along with Bangkok in general comes highly recommended.

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About David Lee

David is Executive Producer of intotheSoup.com and Professor of Global Hospitality Operations at the Art Institute of Phoenix. He has lived and travelled throughout Europe, Asia, and Central America but is longing to go to Africa. David has been in the travel industry for 13 years with American Express as, among other things, Director of Global Airline Strategy for Asia Pacific and a Principal Consultant for the Advisory Services Consulting group. David led Business Development for iExplore.com with National Geographic and managed Leisure Tours Strategy at Sabre Holdings. He holds a Masters in International Management from Thunderbird, the School for Global Management and a Business degree from Washington University, St. Louis.

 

Food For Lovers

Ok lovers, its time to consider how to use food to get your significant other in the mood.

If you believe the media hype, only an expensive gift will get the blood flowing, but I say you don’t need a box of bling or a cable TV sports package to make your sweetie swoon. Top notch libidos and goofy smiles are just one romantic meal away and the fare is far simpler than you might think.

An indoor, elegant picnic will do the trick. Just think fingers, fowl and floors. You could take it outside of course, but this way, grass stains are not an issue. Seriously folks, a blanket in front of the fire and a chichi dinner sans utensils is about as sexy as it gets – right ladies? Eating with your hands is primal and fun and so much easier to feed your mate. Napkins are optional.

Of course, edible aphrodisiacs lurk around every corner, but are you really going to shuck a couple dozen oysters or spend a few C-notes on truffles just to get a little? I wouldn’t.  It’s all about the atmosphere and food, baby. So, I have prepared an elegant if affordable menu for all you lovers out there. Read on and tell me what happens later.

Kisses,

Heidi

 

Menu for an Unforgettable Romantic Meal

  • Two Cornish Game Hens with Rosemary
  • Fingerling Potatoes
  • Asparagus Spears with Butter, Lemon and Fresh Grated Parmesan
  • Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.

Cornish Hens

Rinse the hens and pat dry with a paper towel. Loosen the skin on the breast and slide a few rosemary sprigs underneath. Put a few in the cavity, as well.  Rub the birds with some olive oil and sprinkle generously with salt and pepper. Place on a baking sheet with wire rack.

Potatoes

Clean potatoes and put in a large bowl. Toss with olive oil, 1 T. fresh thyme, pepper and salt. Place the potatoes next to the hens on the rack and put in the oven to cook.  They should be done at the same time, about 40-50 minutes. Poke them with a fork to make sure. Hens are done with thermometer at 165 degrees or until juices run clear when you poke them with a fork, too!

Asparagus

1 pound of asparagus spears, trimmed and cut. Put a large sauté pan full of heavily salted water to boil. Once boiling, add asparagus and cook for about 2 minutes. Remove from water and strain. Return to pan with a little butter heat and finish with freshly grated parmesan cheese.

The key here is to put all of the food on one platter, decorated nicely with some parsley or a little leftover rosemary. There’s nothing wrong with cooking together, but if you want to surprise your love, direct her to the blanket with a nice bottle of bubbly to await your arrival.

Crank up that fireplace, light some candles and get some music going. Sinatra is always a good choice but KD Lang ain’t bad either. Make sure that the blanket is thicker than a bed sheet, please; a single red rose and you’re in business. Now, that’s hot!!

Arizona Wine Country Road Trip

Sometimes, you just need to get out of town. I work from my home which makes it hard to pull away. This weekend, I just needed to get out and, apparently, so did Dave. When he came up to me and said, “I am not teaching Friday. Do we have any plans for the weekend?” I knew just what he was thinking. Road Trip!

Although tamed down and classed up, we hit the road with all the same zeal of a college road trip. Arguably, there are few better places for road trippin’ than Arizona which is partly why we live here. This time, we pointed south to a small part of Arizona we had yet to explore but had heard a lot about, Sonoita and its wine country.

Sonoita is about a 90 minute drive south of Tucson, east on I-10 and then south on highway 83 into town.  Follow the road along into Elgin and from there you can make a loop through 10 or so wineries for tastings and buying.

The area around Sonoita (pronounced So-noy-ta; although it’s so much prettier when pronounced So-no-ee-ta), looks a lot like Montana with its grassy plains and tall mountains all around. The fact that they were snow capped added to the similarity. I grew up near Montana, so it was like a road trip of youth.

If you’ve ever been to Napa or Sonoma on a wine tasting trip, this is different.  It’s a good difference, though, if you open your desert eye. It’s an Arizona difference – a little rugged, straight forward, good value and pleasing to the taste buds. 

Just so you know, I adore wine but don’t really know a whole lot about it. I know what I like and that’s okay with me. If someone pours me something that they think I’ll like, and they are correct, it makes me very happy and makes them a connoisseur. 

We entered the small oasis of Elgin with its grapevines dotting the landscape and the very unique wineries that offer up some very interesting wines.  Tastings are generally Friday through Sunday beginning around 11 a.m to 4 p.m.  It takes about half a day to visit a majority of the wineries. Bring a light snack because restaurants are scarce on the loop. When you are comfortably numb, head back to Sonoita and another great Arizona story, The Steak Out.

What started as The Sonoita General Mercantile in the 1940’s was added onto in the 1970’s with The Steak Out Restaurant and labeled the areas ‘last chance to boogie’ for miles around.  Along with what must have been a really great place to party, The Steak Out gained notoriety through their fully stocked bar, live country music and, of course, their steaks. This is cowboy country, folks. Give me a bone-in rib eye grilled on an open mesquite fire with a big ole baked potato, a glass or two of the local wine; and I am one happy girl. It’s a fun joint, and you can fill up your car at the same time.

As far as the wine goes, we had a great time stopping in all of the spots on the map. The wineries ranged from a shed heated by a wood burning stove to a gorgeous, new suburban style home. Revel in the simplicity and be patient with the wines and you will find a gem. Most of the wineries only grow on 20 or so acres and are expanding at about an acre a year. For such small properties, they hedge their bet by growing a wide variety of grapes. As a result, there is not much of a yield, so they supplement with juices imported from CA. It is a young industry, but from what I understand there is real potential here.

I bought a bottle of this really yummy Tempranillo from Kief-Joshua Vineyards.  I’m sure it will taste gorgeous with the steaks I’m making this weekend.  Anybody got any mesquite chips?

The Arizona Wine Growers Association has more on Arizona wines. Click here to learn more.

 

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Ain’t Nothin’ Like a Good Breakfast Joint

It’s the most important meal of the day. I make it diligently for my family every morning, Monday through Friday while I force myself to eat some cereal or at least a yogurt. That way I don’t power gorge an entire bag of Doritos at 11:00 a.m. 

Still, I’m a lunch & dinner kind of gal, aside from bacon that is, and I’m not a real fan of breakfast foods. So, what the heck is it about the Saturday morning feast that changes the whole paradigm?

Late nights and tight tummies can certainly be a factor, but for the most part, Saturday morning breakfast is a way to hit the brakes so I don’t drop directly into work mode. When you own your own business, that work ethic thing chases you down 24/7.  Right now, I allow myself one day off per week, and I find that if I begin that day with someone else making me breakfast AND cleaning it up, things tend to remain at a very low simmer. As I sit with my family and linger over another cup of coffee, trade sections of the paper, and listen to my daughters’ vibrant chatter; I allow myself to relax.

I’ve lived a lot of places and every place had that perfect breakfast joint. In Singapore, it was the hawker center at the bottom of the street with warm BBQ’d buns and hot chicken soup. Dallas had a little diner that served the best chicken fried steak with homemade gravy and biscuits while in Seattle was Hector’s in Kirkland a place that converted from the Friday night bar to the Saturday breakfast joint. It was convenient because I needed to stop by and pick up my purse anyway.  Here in Arizona, I’ve gone for variety and adventure. 

We’ve got our usuals which include the Deer Valley Airport (7th Avenue and Deer Valley) with all those cool little Pipers and Cessna’s doing touch-and-goes for my entertainement while I dine down on some tasty huevos rancheros.  We also really like Hot Bagels & Deli off of 59th Ave. and Behrend where the bread is made fresh every morning and comes with some of the best whipped cream cheese in town. They also do bagel sandwiches to die for on a flat top no less!

So, this week we were trying to decide on a good joint to hit, took that leap of faith called Yelp, and found our new favorite joint: Ronnie’s Café. 

It’s a tiny place on the SW corner of 43rd Ave. and Cactus. The wobbly sign by the road touted steak and eggs for $5.99. There was a line out the door (always a good sign), and I peeked my head in to see what’s what.

People are happily waiting for a table and loads of brick-a-brack covers the walls. The gal behind the counter puts the toast down while the cashier addresses the person on the phone as “honey” and gently tells her to head about 90 blocks west and 12 blocks north to find the joint.

We were seated, ordered beverages and asked our waitress, “What’s good.”

“All of it, of course,” but she wholeheartedly pushes those steak and eggs and the strawberry French toast. The table is dressed in flowery oil cloth and you can purchase hand painted coffee cups off the wall for $3.25. 

Sammie, ever the carnivore, gets the steak with “eggs lookin’ right at ya.” Dave orders a Greek Omelet. And for me, it’s a bowl of chili with onions and cheese, two eggs over easy and a side of biscuits. Once the plates are taken away, we linger over another cup of coffee, talk about the news and (get this) listen to each other. 

The food was good and well worth the wait and taking the chance on a new place. Patrons come and go. Entire families move 3 or 4 tables together and don’t require menus. Babies cry and giggle. “Order Up” is heard from the counter, and a young lady and her boyfriend sit down near us and talk about the long drive from across town. 

Ronnie’s Café, it’s a new Lee family favorite.  Ain’t nothin’ like a good breakfast joint.

The Shopping Deficient Husband

Ever sent your husband to the grocery store and ended up really regreting it? How about when you go to the store with your husband and are so surprised by what he does that you never want to go again? I have one of those husbands, God Love Him!

First, let me tell you a bit about my husband just to juxtapose my example with his capabilities. My husband has a Masters Degree from a top business school, he is a college professor, he speaks Chinese and he has been an Executive at a Fortune 50 company dealing with all the big wigs. You would think that a trip to the grocery store would be like a walk in the park.

 

So, last Sunday, we went to the store to get some football food supplies and a few steaks to share with our neighbors for the playoff game that evening. T-Bones were on sale for $5.77/pound, but they were huge! The butcher, being a good guy, suggested some pre-packed items, thinner cut, four to a pack. It looked good to me. It was either that or we pick up some big ass pieces of meat and share.

“No! No!,” says my big exec husband. “Let’s just get these and then everybody has their own.”

I’m thinkin’ “Wow is he trying to impress these folks.” Now I love my neighbors, but…

Fifty dollars and seventy five cents later the Professor said, “Why are those steaks so expensive? I thought they were about six bucks a pound?”

“They are,” says I, “And, each steak is about 2 pounds!”

“Oh,” said my International Masters Degree in Business love of my life, “I thought each steak was $6.00, so that’s 4X6 = $24.00.”

I don’t know about you, but my constitution just doesn’t allow me to ingest 32 ounces of medium rare, red meat without serious complications.

Today’s breakfast: steak and eggs, lunch steak sandwich. Can you make soup with a T-Bone??? Guess we’ll find out. I’ll keep you posted.

Live Well, Eat Well.

Cheers

Heidi

PS: I thought I was alone in this until, ironically, my mother in-law sent me this video. Check it out. It’s hilarious.

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Heidi Swears by It: Nasty Bits

Some people are not as enamored with Anthony Bourdain as I am, but you have to admit, he tells it like it is, and he has been there (wherever “there” is). One of our callers to the radio show once compared me to Bourdain, and though I could never claim to be even near his level, I was thrilled because he is one of my inspirations.

In Nasty Bits, Tony pulls it off yet again with his ‘kiss my ass’ vernacular and ‘I really could have attended Cambridge’ writing abilities.

I was rather surprised by his taste bud organization of essays (sweet, sour, salty and bitter) because it seemed rather bush-league for him. But hey, this is intotheSoup.com, and it works for us. Still, it is one thing to compose a chronological memoir such as the phenomenal Kitchen Confidential and quite another to write individual, shorter works which each have the power of an entire book. That’s art.

Some of his stories are dishes I’ve tasted before watching No Reservations, but his behind the scenes revelations add new flavor to what we have seen. 

For example, he tells of a time, while shooting in the Greece, when he gets peeved at his local fixer. The man has failed to deliver on any of his promises, so, naturally, Bourdain takes a dare to jump off a 150 foot cliff while his crew fears for his life and their livelihoods.

Bourdain’s travels, travails and naked repartees give us further insight into a hard rockin’, hard workin’, hard playin’ travelin’ chef. What interests me most about him is his honesty about how the experiences of his life have changed and even softened him. He appreciates what he has learned about the world, food and himself and is not afraid to say it.

Anthony Bourdain may act like a hard-ass chef but after reading Nasty Bits, he doesn’t scare me. How cool would it be to run into him at some slum chef joint on the upper eastside and get completely hammered together? 

By the way, Anthony, Grey Goose is this lady’s favorite drink.

Live well, Eat well,

Heidi

 

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