There's a German restaurant behind my condo in Korat. I'll go there every week or two for pizza, sausages, or something besides rice.
It's run by a German guy and his Thai wife and is frequented by the local German expats. It's a small place with just 8 or so tables, which are often full on a Friday or Saturday evening. In Korat, I'm used to being the only white guy at a restaurant, but being the only American surrounded by German's is a new feeling.
The point of this story is so I could post a picture of the imported mustard and its unique, toothpaste tube packaging.
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