When I walk a few blocks up the street, I spot vendors of coffee, soft drinks, bread, fruit, those noodles, something like hotdogs and barbecued animal parts, of which only some am I able to identify.
But only in that last few weeks have I noticed — there must be more around town — the actual food trucks that you see at the top of this post and just below the thumbnail images. For additional reporting, have a look at today’s Khmer Times piece, which I was annoyed to discover hours after completing my own.
The tacos truck in the photo sits across the street from my gym and seems to do a land-office business. I did see a Tweet complaining about the quality, but one Khmer-American trainer raves about the food and fantasizes about raising money to field his own truck.
As for the vehicle selling complicated coffee drinks plus basic accompaniments, its menu is limited. Yet the list is much longer than what is available from simple coffee carts, which usually are tugged or pushed by motos.
Still, I have to say that I occasionally sample street food here; it is no match for the variety and taste of that in Bangkok (or, for that matter, in Manhattan, where their quantity infuriates one Midtown businessman.)
In addition, many restaurants open to the street (including one called Chinese Noodle Restaurant, which I frequent) strike me as little more than glorified carts with covered seating marginally more comfortable than on plastic stools, kitchens that sport a small variety of equipment and cooled air. . . by fans in most cases.