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Phnom Penh’s Expat Restaurant Reviewer? Sitting with a colleague over koshari in a hole-in-the wall restaurant just off of Tahrir Square, I was not relishing the concept of moving from Cairo to Phnom Penh. In Egypt, we had an established group of friends, there were plentiful options for social and/or historical outings, not to mention the full commissary with an endless supply of Kraft Mac & Cheese. My lunch mate took a different approach to moving, saying he liked the opportunity to redefine himself. Not in the Janis-Joplin-becomes-Pearl way, but more along the lines of getting in shape, taking up a new hobby or refining an old talent. “If you want to work out three times a week, moving allows you to build that into your new schedule,” he explained. I decided I would do just that (not the working out part of course), so upon arriving in Phnom Penh I decided to take my little writing hobby a step further, and I redefined myself as a “journalist” (the quotes are definitely needed here). I did have some guidance. My Obi-Wan Kenobi was Naomi, a free-lance travel writer Since then, I have written articles on the French Cultural Center, restaurants that do job Still, it has been a good crash-course in the Phnom Penh food scene. I’m trying more restaurants in a shorter time than I would ever do regularly. When we first moved here, I opined that we would need to eat out twice a week for our entire two years here for me to try all the places that look good. I may have it covered in the next few months and on someone else’s dime. As for my writing, I can’t say that it has gotten any better, but this does give me cause to daydream about some day doing it for more than $.07 a word. But until then, I’ll hang on to my “real job” at the embassy and keep searching for the perfect restaurant to take you to when you come visit.
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