All posts filed under: Bangkok

The 5 Best Times I Went To The Dentist in Bangkok

Four days into our four month trip, Blake started experiencing pain in tooth #19, her second-from-the-back molar on the bottom left side. At first the pain was light, and she was in a state of denial as deep as her molar roots, which is DEEP, as it turns out. It took her two days to even tell MacKenzie that it was bothering her because if you ignore problems, they usually go away. Unluckily, it got worse, as tooth pain tends to do. The only silver lining of this terrible experience is that the pain first struck when we were a few days away from the Bangkok leg of our trip. Bangkok is a medical tourist paradise, and there are as many dental clinics as there are creepy old white guys with young Thai ladies. A Bangkok-based friend of a friend recommended Promjai Dental, so what follows is Blake’s ranking of her experiences there, best to worst. 1. Fitting the permanent crown (visit #5): My fifth and final visit was my favorite trip to Promjai in …

MACKS Approved: Ari, Bangkok, Thailand

Since Bangkok is huge, we’re scaling down for this MACKS Approved roundup and focusing on one small neighborhood that you otherwise might pass by on your way to Chatachuk Market. Ari is filled with darling cafes, fixed-gear bikes, and PYTs in fashion hats. You can’t open a restaurant here unless pennant flags are part of the decor, which isn’t to say that we didn’t eat that shit up. Ari is a breath of fresh air (literally, cause there are trees) if Bangkok is starting to make you feel a little mad—meaning angry or crazy or both. Click on through for the Google map. 1. Porcupine Cafe: Patronized by local cool kids and ex-pats alike, this is the spot to grab a coffee or fruit shake while working on a crossword or your Etsy store. 2. Hanazen: This tiny Japanese restaurant is supes cute and sells Hitachino at the low low price of 180 baht ($5.50). 3. FabCafe: Part cafe, part Maker Space, everyone working in small groups with their laptops. 4. Paper Butter and the …

Bangkok Market Watch

If Costco is the embodiment of American excess, Bangkok’s Or Tor Kor market is the Thai version—except the items for sale are fresh, unprocessed meats, seafood, and produce, not 5-gallon tubs of Miracle Whip. Everything here is the biggest, best version of itself. The shrimp are glistening and lobster-sized, the limes are the size of pomegranates, and the pomegranates are the size of cantaloupes. There’s a first-rate food court too, and you can be pretty confident the ingredients are fresh. Across the street from Or Tor Kor is the Chatuchak weekend market which, you may gather, operates only on the weekends. Chatuchak is like the Brooklyn Flea on bath salts; there are 8000 vendors crammed into an extended labyrinth covering 27 acres. There are stalls that sell only towels, stalls that sell only knock-off Calvins, and stalls that sell only pants that will let everyone in your environmental studies class know that you spent winter break in Thailand. We came away with coconut ice cream on a hot dog bun, postcards, garlic bread, a paisley …

3/๓ from Bangkok

Scene-setter: Four Reigns by Kukrit Pramoj—author of dozens of books, former Prime Minister of Thailand, perennial underachiever—is an epic work of historical fiction and a crash course in Thai 19th and 20th century history. Read it before you hit up the Grand Palace. Pound-the-table recommendation: There’s this fried chicken, see. The best food you’ll have in Bangkok will come from street vendors, and perhaps the best fried chicken we’ve ever had came from one in particular. We’re not sure how really to describe him…he’s a young Thai guy? Who sells fried chicken? He can be found underneath the BTS Skytrain tracks at the Ari stop on the southwest corner. Back-pocket fact: In the 1940’s, Thailand embarked on a “civilization” campaign, imposing Western ideals and social mores on its populace. The wearing of Western-style hats became compulsory for Thai women, and men were required to kiss their wives when leaving for work and upon returning home. A blown kiss was acceptable but to treat your woman like a true “flower of the nation,” lip-lock was best.

The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway: Bangkok

These ingenious frozen treat vendors are all over the streets of BKK. Their equipment consists of a large, ice-filled metal drum and its lid, which has dozens of holes for cylindrical molds. Blake was all, “No way. Slushie at best,” but in went the sugar water and out came a popsicle. Speaking of, you know how you always thought that grape-flavored candy tasted nothing like the actual fruit until the first time you had a concord grape, and then you realized you’d been living in a cave your whole life, watching shadows of grapes dance upon the wall? That’s how it is with bananas in Thailand. The blah-who-cares Cavendish variety we’re used to in the States is like a mealy, tofu version of the smaller, flavor bomb bananas here. They taste like banana Runts. This is all to say that the banana soft serve at Opposite Mess Hall was a revelation. And then there’s the Bangkok street version of the ice cream sandwich. Soft white bun, two scoops of coconut ice cream, peanuts. Sticky rice …