Maiyuu made a beef and vegetable stew to welcome me home. He made it the night before, so it would be golden and delicious by the time we ate it. It was.
At the airport, I bought Maiyuu a bag of soft sweets, including coloured snakes and owls, which I found in a specialty sweets shop.
I also bought him a carton of cigarettes, a frog made of dark wood which makes a croaking sound when you rub a stick on its back (see image above), a box of chocolate bars - and one other gift, me!
I asked him if he would like to go out for dinner last night, at a little gay-run place nearby.'No, I would rather stay home,' he said.
He has now retired to his bedroom for more sleep. He is finding the humidity hard to take, so has turned on his air con.
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'Can I squeeze that for you?' Mr P asked.
He has just served us a meal at his boyfriend's cafe, and spotted a pimple on my cheek - a legacy of eating excess during my break overseas, I suppose.
I last visited the cafe, gay-owned and gay-run, just before I left.
I returned for a second visit yesterday, with my condo neighbour, farang C. Boyfriend Maiyuu earlier turned me down.
The cafe is busier now than the last time. Several gay couples were dining inside. Farang C and I sat outside, where we were waited on attentively by Mr P, boyfriend of the farang owner, and other gay staff.
'No, thanks - I think I will wait to get home to squeeze it myself,' I said.
I asked Mr P how he tends to spots on his own body when they come up. 'I squeeze them, dab with a tissue, then apply an alcohol solution,' he said matter-of-factly.
Is that what diners want to hear over a meal? No, but if you want a homely atmosphere, this must be it!
Farang P, the cafe's owner, came out with a mango dessert for us to try. He had been experimenting in the kitchen.
It was cooked in honey and butter - caramelised sliced mango, if you like - and served with cream.
'Delicious,' we agreed.
Farang P wants to make his own ice-cream to go with the dish.
Pimples aside, I like the casual, relaxed atmosphere at farang P's cafe. We are customers, but he and his staff treat us like friends. In a place as big as Bangkok, could you hope for anything better?
The cafe has its own brochure, and a name card with phone number and map, which I took home last night. Email me if you want to know the name of the cafe and directions.
4 comments:
ReplyDeleteWas Once23 March 2009 at 22:00
You would think by now you would know that once you have any expectations, you become quickly disappointed.
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neil24 March 2009 at 10:37
This answers my idea from an earlier post. He retreated back into his shell. My mother has a Chihuahua like your boyfriend. When she gets home the dog jumps around and barks. Two minutes later the dog is sleeping on the couch on the other side of the room.
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Bkkdreamer24 March 2009 at 17:45
Neil:
I will tell the BF that you likened him to a Chihuahua. I am sure he will enjoy the joke.
Maybe it's not about us taking our boyfriends for granted. Perhaps that little dog can go back to sleep as quickly as it does because it knows that life in the household has now returned to normal.
Everything is in its proper place and right with the world again, so at last he can rest.
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neil25 March 2009 at 00:23
Yes the dog is happy everyone is in place and safe.
we all could learn from the Chihuahua.
It also shakes and pee's a lot. BF?
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