Kampot – if the pepper runs out, we have Ben’s pizzas!

Ok, my second blog in one day. Slightly unusual I agree. However, let me explain.

My first post was when I had just got to Kampot. At this point, my world class pepper stole all the headlines. In the intervening few hours there has been a seismic shift with the pepper falling down the food, and fame pecking order.

Enter, stage right, Ben’s pizzas from Mea Culpa. Where?, all you Lonely Planet afficionados shout! Yeah, I know. Mea Culpa is not in the “bible”. And how that has to change.

One quiet, rainy afternoon in Siem Reap I was surfing the ‘net for somewhere to stay in Kampot. And I stumbled across TripAdvisor and what seemed to be the phenomenon of Mea Culpa. The reviews seemed too good to be true so I emailed and asked for a room immediately.

Now the interesting part. Once you have booked into an establishment there is nothing they would do to discourage you fro
coming. Not flood. Not fire. Not famine. Not even the guesthouse falling down (they will have a family member who has a room for you).

But, get this. I got an email from Ben telling me that his neighbour has started to build a house, there will be noise through the day, and if I want to cancel he could recommend some good guesthouses in town.

For his honesty, I kept the booking. And you know what? I’ve been here all day and not heard any noise. And, here’s the deal breaker. The pizzas, from his self built wood fired oven would give Napoli’s best a run for their money.

Come to Kampot. Come to Mea Culpa.