3.269 Fried Beef with Red Ants

-Cycle 3, Item 269-
30 (Sun) September 2012

Fried Beef with Red Ants


at Moko Cafe Glacier (Golden Sorya Mall)

-Phnom Penh-


WHO Research Trip, Day 3 

Undeterred by yesterday's frog fiasco (see 3.269 Fried Frog in Khmer Spices), perhaps even emboldened by it, I ordered ants for dinner.  If not amphibia, then maybe insecta.  Well, based on this experience, not insecta either.  It was the most unpalatable food that I've ever tried to eat.  In high school, while I was running in the hills behind campus during gym class, a huge bug flew into my mouth, and I bit down on it in surprise, and it tasted and felt on the tongue like battery acid.  This was like that, only worse, because the spices seemed to amplify the sensation.  I'd ordered the dish on a whim, never having heard of it, seeing it on the menu described as "unique of Cambodia," assuming that the ants would break up into unidentifiable pieces during the cooking process and pop like little seeds in the mouth, but without much flavor, more about texture than taste, which is what eating crickets is supposedly like.  But these weren't picnic variety ants--they were huge, more like bees, around 1 centimeter in length, fully intact, complete with wings and legs and antennae.  In an extreme exercise of willpower, I placed a tiny spoonful in my mouth and took a single chew.  I could sense the abdomens bursting open, followed immediately by a rush of bitterly rancid juice, making the gag reflex kick in.  With all due respect to those who are into this kind of thing, I had to spit it out.  I would later be informed that ants are considered so intense even by local standards that they're rarely eaten on their own and typically paired with some other main ingredient; in fact, I'd pointed to "Fried Beef with Red Ants" on the menu, but the plate brought to me contained just the ants, but I couldn't that imagine anything on this earth could make a difference for the better, so I didn't request a redo.  Another culinary adventure gone wrong.

I would also learn later that red ants are one of those items that the more daring tourists in Cambodia use to test their gastronomic/gastrointestinal mettle.  CNNgo discussed the dish in the Cambodian installment of their "10 [country] dishes you've got to try" series (see CNNgo's article "10 Cambodian dishes you've got to try").  Coincidentally, the piece recommends trying the dish at the restaurant Romdeng, which had been my original destination this evening, but I got there to discover that it was closed on Sundays.  Wandering around the neighborhood, I came across an open air food/bar court at Sorya Golden Mall and randomly sat down at one of the stalls, which happened to serve ants.  Apparently, I was fated for ants this evening.

And so, red ants were the 1000th meal of the blog.  (I'd previously identified a prior post as being the 1000th, but it turns out that my numbering had been off.)  I'd like to do a breakdown of all the meals thus far at this milestone, but I'll save the retrospective for later, with so much to discuss about today. 

Now hungrier than ever, I continued my exploration of the neighborhood and discovered one of the quirkiest restaurant concepts that I've ever encountered: Chuck Norris Dim Sum.  When I asked the girl behind the counter, pointing to Chuck's drawn picture on the wall, "Owner?," she shook her head and replied, "No boss."  Ownership aside, I don't think that Mr. Norris would appreciate not being the boss of anything.  In writing this momentous post, I was very sorely tempted to go with a Chuck Norris dumpling as the featured dish, but the red ants won out for being more interesting as a food item per se.  

 Part of the same mall, different side of the complex.

 Talk about a "Rock Star!" 

 Most appropriately, the chopsticks came in box for Ballantine's 30-year-old Scotch.

Not dim sum for the namby-pamby, the menu offered items like "Pork Roundhouse"--what wusses might refer to as "shao mai" elsewhere. 

 "Our dim sums are full of allergies." 

"shrimp chop" (har gow)

Looking for a place to eat lunch earlier in the day, we passed by a Korean restaurant.  Based on the spelling of "laeng myeon (랭면)" on the front signage--not "naeng myeon (냉면)" as it would be in South Korea--Pyong Yang Laeng Myun Gwan Restaurant appeared to be North Korean, officially owned/operated by the DPRK, which the government does with other restaurants in various communist countries around the world.  If only for the novelty of being served by robotic North Korean waitresses with funny accents and permanent smiles--in direct conflict with my prime directive of never eating Korean food when overseas--I acquiesced.  

While the establishment was indeed North Korean in management, the food was not northern in character or in variety.  For example, the mandu guk came in a spicy broth (see below), a point that I discussed in a prior post on the differences between northern and southern styles (see 2.201 Mandu Guk).  The restaurant's eponymous laeng myeon featured thin, rubbery, black noodles in a sweet broth topped with kimchi, all indicative of the south traditions (see generally 1.188 Mul Naeng Myeon).  And the menu offered snack staples originating in the South, like ddeokbokki and kimbap, as well as fusion dishes popular in the South, like curry rice and jjajang myeon.

Granted, my understanding of northern food derives from experiences at purported northern-style restaurants in present-day South Korea, where the recipes are frozen in time, brought over by former North Koreans before the peninsula was divided 60 years ago.  Since then, I'm sure that the food up north has changed somewhat, as all cuisines do over time.  But because deeply entrenched culinary traditions tend to move in new directions most dramatically when external influences are brought to bear, the north's cultural isolation renders any major changes to the food unlikely.

In any case, the menu and the modes of preparation at Pyong Yang Restaurant didn't represent some kind of evolution as they did outright appropriation of existing southern standards, in deference both to international customers, who are now accustomed to the southern style, and to South Korean customers, who seemed to constitute the vast majority of the clientele during our visit. 

 mandu guk (2.0)

mul naeng myeon (1.0)

kimbap (1.5)

More important, the food wasn't that great.

Overall, the prices were exorbitantly high, making Pyong Yang Restaurant one of the most expensive dining facilities in the entire city.  Some of the dishes on the menu cost in excess of $30, most between $5-$15, even the kimchi cost $3, compared to a typical rice plate at a local eatery for about $2.  In light of the disappointing food, both in terms of authenticity and quality, I thought that the experience wasn't anywhere near worth the money paid for it.  

I'd taken this photo to show the spelling of "laeng ryori" (랭료리) instead of "naeng yori" (냉요리), but it also (blurredly) shows the $3 charge for kimchi, which is like a burger joint charging for lettuce/onion/pickle/tomato.

Didn't bother to try it, but it very probably wouldn't have been worth $5.

The only authentically North Korean dish on the menu was this stew of dog, 
an animal whose meat is considered so delectable that it's referred to as "dan gogi (sweet meat)."

Despite what this post would suggest, the taking of photos in the restaurant was strictly forbidden, probably for the purpose of preventing something like this post.  On a visit to Beijing several years ago, I'd eaten dinner at a similar DPRK restaurant, where the menu had opened to dazzling photos of ostentatiously lavish feasts, with items like lobster and rack of lamb, all described as "traditional North Korean cuisine;" upon inquiry, just being curious, we were told oh so regrettably that the ingredients had just sold out due to immense demand and politely instructed to order from the back sections of the menu.  Amused, I took out my camera to photograph those front pages only to be thwarted before I could even turn it on.  This time, seated in the corner, I'd managed to fire off several shots surreptitiously before a waitress saw what I was up to, bolted over from across the hall in a fury, and demanded that I stop.  For the rest of the meal, she maintained a constant line of sight and patrolled within a hop-skip-jump of our table--in the spy trade, that's called "counterintelligence."

To be honest, this latter part of the post had originally been much different in tone and content.  For starters, I'd included many photos from the morning's visit to Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum and Choeung Ek Genocide Center ("The Killing Fields), along with descriptions of what the Khmer Rouge had done to their own people in Cambodia.  From there, the discussion ran to parallel criticisms of certain other regimes.  After numerous revisions over several hours, I felt that it was among the best writing that I've ever done, both in terms of content and craft.  I published it but then retracted it a few minutes later.  Ultimately, I didn't want this to get too political.

 The main grounds of Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, where 17,000 people were imprisoned and tortured and killed or sent off to be killed.

Prison cells in a former classroom.

As stated in prison documents, the rules of interrogation.

Everyone eventually confessed.

Cashing in on the memories of those killed in the genocide (the building to the right is part of Tuol Sleng)while exploiting the living victims of both polio and land mines.

 The stupa memorial at Choeung Ek Genocide Center, the site of the largest known "killing field."

Within the memorial, 5,000 skulls on display.

3.268 Fried Frog in Khmer Spices

-Cycle 3, Item 268-
29 (Sat) September 2012

Fried Frog in Khmer Spices


at Sky High Bar & Restaurant

-Phnom Penh-


With Kim SY, Lee Y, Seng B

WHO Research Trip, Day 2

If only to add "frog" to the list of By Ingredients list, I gave it a shot.  Among the 3 types of preparation offered on the menu, I chose the one featuring Khmer spices, wanting it to be authentically Cambodian.  When the dish came, I was surprised to see that it wasn't just the legs but also other parts of the body, including little pieces of spine, which I thought would make for a cooler if grislier photo.  At first bite, the spices were all I could taste, extremely rich and flavorful, typical of the curry-like melange found in many dishes throughout Southeast Asia.  But then, after a few serious chews, the frog came through.  When I visualize a frog living in a pond, and I imagine what it might taste like--that's what this tasted like.  I thought maybe that it was an acquired taste but not one that I aspired to acquire.  I was told by our Cambodian dining companion that frog shouldn't taste like that.  He speculated that, while frog is fairly popular at casual, country-style restaurants, the customers at this relatively upscale establishment would tend to opt for fancier fare, leaving the kitchen's frog supply untouched and kept too long on ice and thus less than optimally fresh.  Oh well.  The green beans, bell peppers, and other vegetables in the dish were okay.  At least it was only US$4. 

The Sky High Bar & Restaurant is located on the top floor of Mekong View Tower with a distant but grand view of Phnom Penh's expat/tourist popular Sisowath Quay (Riverside) across the Mekong River.

Table condiments included minced red chilies and garlic, as well as a tasty peppery fish sauce.

Chinese kale/broccoli (gailan), for some reason shaved, in garlic sauce (2.5).

Steamed jasmine rice, of course.

green mango salad (1.0)

The most popular local beer is Angkor, a hoppy lager--pretty good.

The steamed clams weren't so great (0.5).

The sweet & sour fish soup wasn't so great (1.0).

The best dish of the evening was this Amok Trey, one of Cambodia's most famous dishes, which consists of fish in coconut-kroeung sauce, another curry-like concoction (4.0).

My first papaya ever, and I didn't like it (I don't like fruit in general).

Earlier in the day, we had lunch at Orchidee, a Cambodian restaurant located across the street from our hotel.  Being my first real meal in the country, not counting breakfast in the hotel a few hours prior, I didn't know what to expect, but it turns out that Cambodian food shares a lot in common with the culinary traditions of neighboring countries, especially Thailand.  Our local contact would later inform me that many dishes popularized globally as "Thai" would be considered "Cambodian" by the natives.  Dishes heavily influenced by Chinese and Vietnamese cuisine are also very commonplace.  So, a majority of the dishes on the menu seemed very familiar.  And for someone accustomed to the exorbitant food prices in Korea (and certain other parts of the world), I was shocked at how cheap everything was--most dishes ranging between US$3-$6 (most things here are charged in US dollars)--even though such prices would be regarded as expensive by domestic standards.  Overall, it was a great meal.  Welcome to Cambodia!

The view of Orchidee from my hotel room, quite literally "across the street."

The main dining area looked like a resort lobby.

Tourist-friendly menus with photos and English descriptions.

water spinach in garlic sauce (3.5)

rice noodles with beef (3.0)

crab fried rice (3.0)

shrimp in red curry (3.5)

Korean soju--just $3.50 a pop!