Special of the day - mans’ best friend
You cannot taste if you cannot smell; the two are linked together and its one reason why our appetite is so dull when we suffer from a bad cold and cannot taste. Smell is also a very powerful memory trigger. I once drove through the smoke of a sugar cane farmer’s fire and the smoky smell instantly transported my mind back to my tenth birthday party at the beach in California. Long forgotten memories including the kind of cake I got and even the clothes people were wearing vividly returned with just one whiff of the smell of the smoke.
Just back from Patong. Is this place ever going to join the rest of the world in the trend towards drinking less but better? From wealthy Thai to refuge European, it appears that the majority of people drawn to the hospitality business in Patong are hostile to hospitality. The cheapest, nastiest wines you can imagine seem to find their way to this quarter as if by some perverse law of physics.
Not a day goes by I don’t get at least one solicitation for a wine or spirits producer to sell their products in Thailand. Usually, its some atrocious wine from a far away place like Moldova that no one in their right mind would drink and these e-mails normally are filled with the most unbelievable and far-fetched boasts about the product’s quality, history and pedigree you could imagine.