Dance of Autumn WindThere are plenty of places to get food to eat outside around here, if one is wont to go looking. From the place I work, on can turn left or right and reach rows of food carts, panel vans and smaller things serving up food from many of the corners of the world. The busy people in those carts smile and wave, and dish up the food in foamed containers, and point to the stacks of white plastic silverware and disposable napkins sitting on the shelf. Where appropriate, there are disposable wooden chopsticks in a loose pile next to the chili sauces and the nam pla. I like those. I sometimes think I would be better served if I would bring them a ceramic bowl to fill instead, so that I could scurry away with it in my hands and eat my food with an element of civilization. I never remember to bring one.
Again, if one is wont to look, it is also possible to find good places to then eat, outside. It is perhaps because of the weather around here that there are so many public spaces under overhangs, sometimes with places to sit. I like to think that the overhangs came first from a strange and unexamined need for shelter from our skies, and the seating came along later as a pragmatic afterthought. I do not know. I find it thrilling, though, to eat a hot meal on a cold afternoon, under protection from what might fall from above and yet being thoroughly out in the air. I am fond of eating outside.
It is even better, through accident of local topology, to spend one's meal looking out on the tops of trees.
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