Being able to eat hot peppers and the like has become sort of an undeclared contest in my family. I flinch when my brother says, "Here, try this." I guess it's a macho thing. The only time that I ate in an upscale restaurant, was the only time I got "Bangkok belly." It was a chicken curry dish, if I remember correctly. Mostly, we ate in small, open-front stalls where the locals ate. I drank many a glass of Mekong and coke with a lump of ice and a little sawdust. And lots of 24 ounce Singhas. About the most adventurous stuff I ate were small birds, cleaned and deep fried, but not boned. Kinda crunchy. For quite a while, I snacked on intestines, skewered, spiced and grilled, from a local pushcart. I thought they were slices of beef. My favorite restaurant, Barbo's, was on the water in Pattaya. After 35 years, I doubt it's still there.