We stumbled across a Burmese restaurant in Siem Reap last week. One little chezu tinbade from Jerry, and the Ancient House staff welcomed us like family. We’ve eaten there three times now, enjoying their Burmese salads, sour soups and curries. The generous woman in charge invited us for Saturday night mohinga, a tradition she and her husband share with friends who come to chat over bowls of Myanmar fish soup. Of course, we’d love to join!
After a day spent in blazing sun on the Tonle Sap (and a few hours of bottom-bruising dirt roads via motorbike) Jerry and I were ready to eat. She served heaping bowls of thick fish-rich soup over rice vermicelli, topped with chopped cilantro, fish sauce and hot chile. More noodles, more soup–we ate our fill. When we finally asked for the bill, it arrived with the total for our drinks but nothing else. “I invited you,” she said. We tried, but she would not allow us to pay for the food.
OK, then, we’ll have two more drinks. A moment passed, and the husband arrived at our table. He wanted to offer us the Ancient House special cocktail: Triple Sec, whisky, pineapple juice and orange juice. “Will you accept?”
Of course. That sounded delightful.
The cocktails arrived, ruby red. Sweet and strong!
When all was drunk (though not quite drunken) and again we asked for the bill, our efforts fell flat. The drinks were a gift to us as well. We protested, to no avail. Burmese generosity runs swift and strong. “The Burmese make us better people,” Jerry said.
You won’t find much online about this little spot near Siem Reap’s Psa Chas (Old Market). If you happen to be in the neighborhood, I highly recommend a nosh. Look for the Ancient House around the corner from Pub Street, across from the Funky Munky.