I want Asian food. Not the Americanized Chinese fried chunks o’ mystery meat w/sticky sweet sauce. I want the spicy stuff, the tidbits of dim sum, the congee with all the doodles on top, a sesame ball. I want Laab nuea and laab gai with sticky rice and spicy a jad. Satay and peanut sauce. And another sesame ball. All eaten at a place where we stick out like the culinary tourists that we are, where we have to ask for a fork (after ill fated attempts to use the chopsticks…we must practice, really) I want a spicy samosa with chili sauce and a big bowl of fish head curry. Right now it all looks good, and here in Statesboro, we’re pretty much limited to the fried chunks w/sticky sweet sauce. *sigh*
Maybe this summer while Eli is with the grands, Terry and I can make a trek to Atlanta and get some dim sum for lunch and head down to College Park for an amazing Thai supper at Zab-E-Lee. With a stop for a samosa at the Dekalb Farmer’s Market.