Thai culinary masters delight the city
The event offered a delectable journey through
. Guests explored a range of dishes, from the tangy Steamed prawn with lime and chilies to the comforting
, and Mango sticky rice. The unique Maho Pineapple provided a tropical twist, while the Nam Tok Mushroom and Tofu presented a flavourful option.
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The refreshing Thai glass noodle salad and the fiery Chili garlic prawns further showcased the depth of Thai culinary artistry.
As we savour Thai flavours, we celebrate the growing bond between Thailand and India
– Siriporn Tantipanyathep, CG of the Royal Thai Consulate in Kolkata
Thai cuisine blends the sweet, sour, salty, and spicy in perfect harmony. Sharing Thai flavours with the city felt rewarding- Chef Som
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