Street food

Isn't it amazing how there aren't many more people who got sick from eating street food in Indonesia? Or just from eating food in Indonesia in general?

It's not like I want be be sick from eating food, or that I want more people sick from eating (heaven knows our health care system is overloaded as it is), but i find it remarkable that I can finish tonight's dinner.

For one, it's street food. People from more developed place/less barbaric ones will already categorically refuse this food alone. For good reasons too.

The second thing is that I found hair on my kwetiaw. This alone is unremarkable, until I remember that the last time I ate there, I found hair too. But really, what can you expect from a place whose cooks are guys with long hairs who always wear black and put on heavy metal music? Is there any other place that you know that fused heavy-metal enjoyment with the Indonesia's culinary paragon: nasi goreng?

But what sets this night apart was this: my eyes were glued to my phone screen (as per usual) and I only had my peripheral vision to alert me that something is moving along the edge of the table, between my plate and my chest. A full-grown cockroach was waltzing along with its antennae swinging to and fro.

For a split second I paused.

And then I resumed eating.

Isn't it amazing how there aren't many more people who got sick from eating street food in Indonesia?