Street Food Is Amazing Until You Get Salmonella

Sometimes I wonder why the best food is always street food. You see chicken frying on the side of the road, cooked in oil probably older than most babies. And before you know it, you’re walking away with enough to fill your stomach, maybe more than you bargained for.

I’m not here to claim that food "for the poor" is somehow better. There are fine dining spots with dishes that could make you tear up from the sheer flavour. But there’s something about grabbing what I like to call “RFC” (Rotten Fried Chicken) when you’re hungry and broke—it just hits differently. Maybe it’s the thrill, maybe it’s the taste. Or maybe it’s just me... anyone else? Okay, probably not to the point of eating actual rotten chicken, but there’s a mystery as to where this stuff comes from. Who’s the supplier for the street food chicken? What’s the source? I’m not sure I want to find out.

The other day, I paid the price for my culinary adventures. It was one of those stomach aches that hit like a soccer player taking a penalty shot—pure pain. And you know what? I blamed it on creatine. Yeah, as if that powdered supplement was the culprit. Who’s going to admit that a sketchy street chicken was the real reason? Not me. At least not at first.

The funny thing is, despite that little run-in with bad chicken, I went back. This time, I even brought a friend along. Told them about this “great fried chicken spot” that’s practically a steal. Let’s just say I didn’t have the heart to give a spoiler alert. But when I saw that questionable colour and the way the wing broke apart like it had a grudge against me, I had to face the truth.

So, is it worth it? Probably not. Will I still go back? Absolutely.