I'm lying in a hammock strung between two poles. The poles are part of the supports suspending our dining platform somewhere in the vicinity of where a second floor would be, if the building had one. Instead there are a series of platforms with dining areas at random heights throughout the warehouse like space, all connected by ladders. Waiters bring dishes up and send orders down via rope and pulley systems between the platforms. Richard and the boys are downstairs throwing fish into the crocodile pit. A Cambodian man, on approximately floor 1.5, is singing Elton John covers with his guitar.
Yes, we're in the Dead Fish cafe. Quite possibly the most unusual dining experience I've ever had. But even though I was eating above 25 fat crocodiles, the food was pretty tasty. Their thai green curry was particularly nice, and the greens with garlic yummy.
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After running across the street to Subway for half a meatball sub on whole wheat, hearing about dining above 25 alligators truly brightened my day! Ahh yes, there is a world beyond law school. Keep your fascinating insights coming ~~
ReplyDeleteSeems cool! ( and delicous )
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What, no photos of the Dead Fish Cafe? Sounds like you're having an incredible trip!
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Sorry, no photos. Even if we hadn't forgotten the camera, I'm not sure they could possibly capture the place.
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