Breakfast is usually the usual. That is, doesn't one tend to eat pretty much eat the same thing every day? I would think yes, but when you travel to an exotic country, that changes, doesn't it? Still, if one stays at a particular guesthouse or hotel in, Nairobi let's say, I'd wager that the guest would quickly become accustomed to the same breakfast every day, even though that breakfast be vastly different than the one he or she is accustomed to back home.
Duck soup is an odd thing for breakfast, wouldn't you say? What's even odder is eating it in an alley sitting on crates with real live ducks in cages watching you not three meters away. This was in Banglampoo, Bangkok, Thailand, just off the infamous backpacker's mecca of Khao San Road. And, just to clarify the dish, it was actually duck soup with duck meat, vegetables, and noodles, and cost (at the time) fifty U.S. cents a bowl.
How did this become our breakfast for the next ten days? We literally stumbled into it on the way to the travel agency. To get there we had to maneuver through an alley full of food stalls. I looked up and saw a bunch of ducks. You like duck? a young man asked, Try, try! We liked duck, we were hungry, and we tried. It was great, and although I haven't had very much duck soup in my life this was definitely the best duck soup I had ever had.
From that day forth, before exploring Bangkok (or more likely shopping), we had our daily breakfast of duck soup with meat, vegetables, and noodles.
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