The runs...

So far I have managed to avoid the runs. There's been the odd uncomfortable tummy and the after effects of an overly-chilli meal, but all in all I've done pretty well out of eating in BKK. Unfortunately, the runs have caught up with both hubby and dad. I've been taking dad down to the local university canteen (a full meal for 30 pence!) and the resto downstairs and he's been frankly quite hesitant due to hygiene, cleanliness, places resembling warehouses etc. etc.

I've never had any problem and believe that if there's a lot of other diners, then the food should be pretty safe. And in fact, it looks like the real suspect of this bout of runs is the steak at Piri Piri Chicken (known in the UK as Nando's) on the top floor of Emporium*. Yes, the first western food my dad touches in, let's face it, pretty sterile conditions, induces a bout of runny tummy. As hubby also ate steak and feels similar effects, we must conclude that the source is indeed Emporium. (I ate chickie there and am ok which must prove another point: stick to the speciality of the place).

In fact, wherever dad travels, he must try the steak out. We did learn a lesson from Hong Kong when we all tried a chain called Steak Expert - even more disgusting than an Angus Steak House. My dad calls these establishments 'one time restaurants'. So this is lesson number 2!

NB: All this has not stopped both dad and hubby tucking into whatever is on offer.

*Emporium = one of the poshest shopping centres in BKK.