I could think of nothing else. I was sweating. My heart was pounding. I needed to have it again. Was this love? Or obsession?
During my time in Thailand, I had pad thai almost every day. I am not exaggerating. On my very first day, I went to Khao San Road in Bangkok and bought some from a street vendor. And just like that, I was hooked.
I had it morning, noon, and night. From street vendors and sit-down restaurants. I learned how to make pad thai. I was infatuated! Remember Smeagol from Lord of the Rings? Yeah, that was totally me. While in Chiang Mai I even went on an epic quest, walking for what seemed like hours (ok, it was maybe 20 minutes), just for some pad thai.
You see, the hostel I was staying at was surrounded by more Western type cuisine. “Best Burgers in Chiang Mai!” I didn’t care; I was starting to have withdrawals. I kept thinking, “I’m in Thailand! Where the fuck is all the pad thai??” And then I found a market. Towards the back behind stalls of clothing, jewelry, and knick knacks, was the food. Thank you sweet baby Jesus!! And when I had that first bite….. pure ecstasy……
So why am I telling you all of this? Well, they say the first step towards recovery is admitting you have a problem. So here I am, metaphorically standing before you and freely admitting that I am addicted to pad thai. Please don’t judge me.
Have you ever visited a country and become addicted to a dish? I’d love to read about it in the comments below! 🙂