All posts tagged: Lao American

Chef Seng Luangrath on Why Reclaiming Lao Food and it’s Award-Winning Taste Matters

(Chef Seng @Thip Khao. Photo: Jai Williams) At 7-years-old, Chef Seng Luangrath never imagined that the cooking skills she inherited from her grandmother and aunties at the refugee camps she went through would become award-winning staples in America, where she’s now serving Lao comfort food in the East Coast. As the Lao food addicts population rises to well-deserved acclaim, Chef Seng Luangrath of Washington D.C. has been hailed as one of the pioneers of the #LaoFoodMovement, blazing the path with her savory introduction to Lao cuisine to the masses. After reviving an empty Thai restaurant called Bangkok Golden in Washington D.C. in 2010 and steadily inserting Lao dishes to the menu, Thip Khao was born and the rave reviews of her award-winning food hasn’t stopped since. The latest on Chef Seng’s repertoire is her recent nomination for the prestigious James Beard award, where she’s a semifinalist in the “Best Chef: Mid-Atlantic” category. This is a first for a Lao women chef. We got a chance to chat with Chef Seng about her reactions to the high honor, her …

Give to The Bryan Thao Worra Fund

Our legendary award-winning poet, writer, community trailblazer, arts & culture editor and above all else– friend, Bryan Thao Worra, is in need of our community’s help. Do you have Bryan’s back? I’m sharing one of our favorite poems to remind the world the impact of his words. . . . Read his story and donate here: https://www.youcaring.com/bryanthaoworra  . . . “Aftermaths” by Bryan Thao Worra   Sometimes, I want to tell you. Laying by your side, it’s a mystery to explain Why I gave up my poetry for so long.   It’s a mystery to explain why I told you my mother is dead, When I really don’t know what happened to her in those distant jungles.   I loved you, telling you everything I knew about myself, Only to find, as the years went on, how little I really knew.   I can’t dream of my father, his face was blown off by an Anonymous enemy rifle before a picture could be taken.   I don’t have the voice to sing songs to you, Or the stories, …