DonGang Manifesto

นายหัว Don: The Don of All Curry

Born under the blazing Krabi sun, นายหัว Don never followed recipes: he rewrote them. Raised on fishing boats, spice markets, and late-night curry feasts, he grew up with fire on his tongue and rebellion in his veins. Out there, prawns snap like live wires, crabs strut with golden roe, and chilies bite harder than your ex's last words. While others bowed to Bangkok trends, he doubled down on Southern grit, Andaman seafood, and unapologetic heat.

Don doesn't just buy ingredients: he hunts them. He knows which shrimp paste's funk drops like a midnight bassline, and which kaffir lime leaf can scrub your soul clean after three bottles of Regency. To him, food isn't shopping. It's battle, it's instinct, it's outlaw craft.

They call him The Don of All Curry because no spice dares stand against him. He doesn't measure with spoons, he measures with instinct, with chaos, with a laugh that says, "ถ้ากินเผ็ดไม่ได้ ก็ไม่ต้องสั่ง"

("If you can't handle the heat, then don't forking eat it.")

Don is more than a cook: he's a culinary outlaw.

His rules are simple: zero waste, zero compromise, zero apologies. Packaging? Biodegradable. Portions? Limited. Flavor? Unforgiving. This is food for the wild ones: those who want muscular prawns, fat crab chunks, and curries so fragrant the neighbors text "WTF is cooking?"

He limits his portions each day.

Not a gimmick: a code. Respect for the ocean, the farmers, the eaters, and most of all, his crew's god damn time. Every dish is pounded, fried, or boiled fresh to order. No reheats. No "good enough."

Don's Gang: a crew of Southern misfits who cook, fight, laugh, and live like family. When the last curry is gone, it's knives down, fire off. He shuts the doors, grabs his Regency, and the Gang disappears into the nights. "Time is their luxury. Curry is their weapon."

From the Krabi tide to Bangkok's underground streets, Don carries the Southern spirit everywhere: wild, free, untamed. Every curry is a love letter to Krabi, written in chili paste and coconut cream, signed with a middle finger to mediocrity. Eat it, and you'll know why they call him นายหัวดอน the Don of All Curry.