Here’s a page that could be worth bookmarking for flickrites/foodies and noodlenuts. It’s a noodles of Asia geotagged, flickr map. In English that means it’s a map of people eating noodles at different places in Asia. It’s still early days on the map, but worth keeping an eye on what appears. Phnomenon, Real Thai, Sticky Rice, Eating Asia etc… get tagging and/or using flickr if you’re not already.
Archives for December 2006
"If it roams Vietnam, it’ll probably be on the menu at Au Lac House, an upscale restaurant on Tran Hung Dao Street in the centre of Hanoi. Featuring a dizzying array of entrees, from the mundane (pork) to the exotic (river tortoise in red wine sauce), Au Lac House will likely have something for everyone. But be warned – you better have a healthy stack of dong in your wallet. The entrees start at VND59,000 for more low-key fare like chicken, beef and pork, stretch into the VND250,000-400,000 range for salmon, garoupa and carp and plateau at VND650,000 for the tortoise. With a wide range of wines, cocktails and desserts, the bill could creep towards VND1 million for a couple looking to sample true Vietnamese delicacies," writes Andrew Raven in The Vietnam News.
"Quan Ngoai O is tucked away on a quiet street that feels more like the suburbs than the centre of a growing metropolis and is eerily absent of xe om drivers. It does have screaming neon lighting outside, but when you enter the restaurant the intensity calms and the city noises drown quickly. The restaurant had five tables occupied, all by locals, which was a promising sign that the Vietnamese cuisine was up to scratch. Quan Ngoai O has indoor and outdoor seating, but is not a large venue, which adds to its quaint interior. Even though it’s a little nippy for those of us that grew up in the tropics, I would suggest sitting outside where tables are arranged under a small, high-ceiling hut that is similar to many thatch roofed structures seen across Melanesia and other parts of the Pacific. The decor is a bit ethnic with the hut and bamboo furniture, but is in no way tawdry," write Kenneth Crawford in The Vietnam News.
"During their visit to HCM City last week, American superstars Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie visited Temple Club, a Vietnamese restaurant housed in an old colonial-era building favoured by expats and tourists. Brangelina, as the couple is known, depending on your tastes, chose Temple Club for a brief taste of anonymity following a highly recognisable tour around town on a Yamaha motorbike, manned by bike aficionado Pitt. Staff and customers told me they kept their distance to give privacy to the famous couple, who were visiting Viet Nam after a trip to Cambodia," writes Anh Thu in The Vietnam News.
NB: More on The Temple Club at Frommers. FWIW, it’s quite a nice enough place, but the food, in my experience, is average or just plain dull. Their deep fried crabs are not bad though, but all in all you’d be better staying downstairs in Fanny’s.
Following on from the last edible meme, Scottish education tweaker Ewan asks me to name five things you don’t know about me. Maybe I should rename that ‘five things you don’t really want to know about me ‘cos they’re really not that interesting…’ hum ho… here goes…
1. In 1998, and 30 minutes after signing a work contract that would send me to live in Seoul for two years, I met my future wife. We got married three years later in this building in this room. Like Ewan (I think) I wore a kilt and unlike Ewan’s missus (I think) noodlegirl wore an ao dai. Oh and I only went to Seoul for four months.
2. At secondary school in Rugby I always, always came 2nd or 3rd in class for English, Art and Physics behind two blokes called Gary Giles and Neil Horsfall. I have no idea what happened to those two, but I think the experience of never coming first damaged me more than coming first damaged them… Humpph…
3. I am a descendant of the 18th century Scottish painter Sir David Wilkie. Some of his more famous paintings hang in the Tate and the National Portrait Gallery. His most well known doodle is The Chelsea Pensioners. The New York Times tells us, "when it was first shown in London (in 1822), 400 people stood in line
from early morning onward to be there at opening time. Barriers had to
be built to keep them from touching the picture to see how it had been
done. Rare was the visitor who did not respond to the panorama of
British military history that Wilkie had taken six years to perfect."
4. Continuing the art theme yet further… for a few months after my degree I worked in the art department of Hatchards on the Piccadilly in London. One day a customer gave me his credit card to pay for a few books. The name on the card read, David Bellamy. I joked (very unfunnily) "But you’re not THAT David Bellamy, hehe?" Thinking the energetic botanist of every 60’s & 70’s born Brit’s youth was well known enough for him to get my weak, obvious and really, really unfunny gag. However, he replied totally deadpan, "Yes. I am that David Bellamy actually." Unbeknown to me, even though I was working in the art dept, the guy I was serving was the other David Bellamy. He’s quite a well known painter and we had his books in stock.
5. To cut a not so long, but dull, story short the fact is that – beyond a few freelance gigs – I am basically out of work. I am talking (talking, talking….) ‘projects’ with the BBC, The Guardian, Scoopt, British Telecom and a couple of others about ongoing journalism/blog work. If they all come off – great – but, heading into 2007 the reality is I am worryingly short of work. Not so much a case of taking the best offer, as taking the first 🙂
Cripes. Them’s the starters for a Christmas dinner that commenced at around 1am last night. Cor. Click the photo to discover the descriptive notes. The baby plate isn’t mine… honest. More food than is good for one family in this flickr photostream from chateau pie.
The festive season started hard and proper last night with French Onion soup, cheers Delia, along with a bit of venison and mucho vino. Today, it’s escargot de bourgogne, some superb foie gras – from a friend’s farm – and stilton – yup – I’m in France, home of the fromage fascists, but the best cheese shop in Toulouse – Betty – sells Stilton from the UK. Thank you. I don’t know what’s in store for Christmas day. We’re catering for 15. I know there won’t be no turkey. There are four trained chefs in the family, one of whom is Michelin starred, so whatever they arrive with I’m sure to wolf plenty of it down. Keep an eye on Flickr and if you Twitter, I’ll Twitter back. Oh and the pic above is from lunch today. The slightly sweet vino went with the foie gras. And went it did, rather well.