by Ben McCarthy
It’s 12:15a on an unusually cool night and we’re walking down a dimly lit street just outside of Chiang Mai’s old city in Northern Thailand. We’re looking for Midnight Fried Chicken/Midnight Sticky Rice, a restaurant that is only open from 10p-5a and serves up some of the best drinking food in the city. The restaurant is little more than bunches of scattered chairs and tables open to the street and covered by an old plastic awning. Behind a makeshift counter a woman stands over two weathered woks of hot, bubbling oil, frying up plate after plate as a crowd, fresh from the bars on Nimmahaeminda road, gathers.