I used to go to a great dive in Thailand. They only had one thing on the menu. Duck soup. The business model was very simple. You could have duck soup, or you could fuck off and eat somewhere else.
They hung dead ducks over a big pot, and when the steam from the pot was hot enough, the duck meat would fall in on it's own. When the duck was meatless, they hung up a new duck, and put more water in the pot.
The year or so that I ate there, I don't think that pot ever moved, or was cleaned. It's was just the same pot of soup, with new stuff in it.
I'm still not sure why eating duck that had been hanging in the hot Thai sun all day didn't kill me, but it was damn good soup.
JC
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