Life Of Two In Asia. Day 15. Eat. Pray. Love. Phu Quoc.
Do you remember the story with the waves? Who would have ever thought that coming at the end of the world would so much remind me of a place I have known and loved in childhood?
Well, I was in it for a new surprise.
The night before we met Bonny and Danny, a couple from New Zealand, who strongly recommended us to go and eat at this place called Eat. Pray. Love, very close to our accommodation. Out of hunger and boredom, more than anything (yes, that happened), we decided to walk 1.5 km through the heat and find this place.
Eat. Pray. Love. has 5* on Tripadvisor and Google gives it 4.8*. And rightfully so.
First, it’s the food. It’s really good.
Alin had some shrimps in coconut milk. He was happy with the food, but then again, he is mostly happy with the food here. I, on the other hand, had various experiences, from excellent to … less good.
At Eat. Pray. Love. I had ribs in seven spices sauce (if I remember correctly) and rice. The ribs were my trigger. Let me explain.
As a kid, I spent a lot of time at my grandma’s. And she had a whole farm: pigs, a cow, chickens, dogs, cats, ducks, etc. So meat wasn’t really an issue. Especially in winter. It is a custom in Romania to have pork for Christmas. The ribs were really my favorite part. I liked the texture and the illusion of meat, I guess. I know, it sounds odd.
Today I ate ribs after I don’t know how many years. They were prepared differently, tasted slightly different, but I enjoyed it the same — with all my fingers and my entire face. Just like an anti-example of feminine delicate eating, just like a child who doesn’t care about manners.
It was fantastic!
There was a second delightful thing about our visit to Eat. Pray. Love.
As you eat, you will most probably have the pleasure to encounter the two kids of the owners. They usually run around and make funny faces at customers. Once again I convinced myself how unjustifiably rigid and lame we are as grownups. Those two kids, a boy of no more than three and a girl no older than five, came and played with us, high fived us. Alin had a blast with the boy teaching him words in English.
It was so simple, the most natural thing in the universe.
We came back to the resort and enjoyed a wonderful evening with the owners of this place. But this in another post. Tomorrow.
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