Wild rice

We drove to District 3 for dinner - - T & E live in District 1. There's a little hole in the wall place we sought for dinner; an unassuming little place with a wait staff that is nonchalant and low-key. I dare say they're NOT tourist friendly. And we were the only apparent tourists there - - at least the only Westerners there. We heard that this was a place where they throw the rice through the air to your table but because of the low-key nature of the place figured we had selected the wrong place. Au contraire!! All of a sudden there was a loud crash like someone had dropped a tray of dishes and through the air came a disc of rice - - and landed smack on the floor. With hardly any reaction from the wait staff there was more loud breaking noise and another rice disc flew by - - again on the floor. This time I had my moving camera ready! The third time is a charm, though, because the thing whirred past me and landed onto the plate of the server across the room. So what happens is the rice is cooked in a clay pot until it is crispy (thus the disc). The breaking sound is the guy breaking the clay pot the rice is cooked in - - he breaks it into a pile of clay on the floor; every three or four pots are swept up and I suppose tossed away. All with little to no reaction from the wait staff even after I reacted either with an "Aw" when they missed or a "Yes!" when it was caught. Nothing. That's why we thought we were in the wrong place at first! What fun. The photos can't capture it because it's hard to keep your eye on a flying disc of rice - - but look, up in the sky, toward the center of the photo! The food was outstanding and of course, inexpensive. I think it was $16US tonight.