We love Chiang Mai. After the mountain temple, we headed back to town. We were dropped off at the Night Market, which is a very vibrant area. Carol and I spent zero time walking through the night market in Chiang Mai, saving that for Luang Prabang.
Bun took a bunch of us to what he called the food court, but don’t think of it as similar to a mall’s food court. Instead, it was foodie heaven.
It’s huge square with small food places surrounding a well-lit, festive area full of tables. There’s an area for a band to play live music, lots of lights, and a vibrancy that said, “this is the place to be.”
It had a similar feel to a food truck rodeo. I didn’t count, but I’d estimate there were between 40 to 50 food stands forming the outer square of the area.
Bun took the group who wanted to go to the food court around, pointing out the various restaurants he would recommend for good food. It was Pat, Terri, Ron, Vale, Carol and I.
We all ended up going to the same place for crispy pork leg with a gravy-like sauce over rice. Carol tracked down a couple of rickety tables in one of the corners of the square. To quote Bun, “Oh My Buddha” it was tasty! Pat went back and got a plate of just the pork, which he shared with those who wanted some (I know this is a surprise dear readers, but I was in that category.)
Loyal readers know Iberico Spanish grilling pork is the best pork, with the Spanish suckling pig being an amazing part of it. This pork in Chiang Mai gets the silver medal. Why is US pork so underwhelming?
The band, the vibe, the beer, the pork, the crowd, all made it my favorite meal in Thailand, without a doubt.
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