Yesterday I went to Hollywood to visit Amoeba and buy Supernatural DVDs cheap, and sat down at Sanamluang Cafe for a quite late lunch. The waitress, who remembers me well even though it's been three years since I lived in the neighborhood and went there regularly, reminded me that I had the barbecued pork (ie, Chinese sausage, deep-fried belly pork, and cha siu-style sliced pork) over rice last time (like, three months ago!), and would I like that again?
I was about to say yes when I noticed, at the next table, a plate of rice and deep-fried pork and Chinese broccoli with a supremely delicious-looking fried egg on top, with the edges all golden and bubbled-crisp, as restaurants can do (probably because they have a deep-fryer) but I can't. I ordered that.
The egg was indeed crisp around the edges with the deep orange yolk perfectly liquid, so it could spill into the rice and pork and broccoli, all of which was moistened with a garlicky soy sauce and a touch of vinegar. It was exactly as good as it looked.
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Sun, Nov. 19th, 2006 05:08 pm (UTC)I was about to say yes when I noticed, at the next table, a plate of rice and deep-fried pork and Chinese broccoli with a supremely delicious-looking fried egg on top, with the edges all golden and bubbled-crisp, as restaurants can do (probably because they have a deep-fryer) but I can't. I ordered that.
The egg was indeed crisp around the edges with the deep orange yolk perfectly liquid, so it could spill into the rice and pork and broccoli, all of which was moistened with a garlicky soy sauce and a touch of vinegar. It was exactly as good as it looked.