It’s the colour and noise of the street markets of Thailand, Vietnam, Malaysia and China. And of course, the unforgettable aromas and flavours of the food.
It’s the memory of watching that organised chaos of grills and burners, flying woks, intoxicating spices and lightning-fast fingers as each stall produced exquisite specialties that have been mastered over generations.
Nobody called it ‘street food’ in Asia. It was just food!
When you’re a child, flavours are stronger, exciting and memorable.
These are the flavours of Honey Boy.