We've been wanting to try it, but none of the places looked very inviting. So when we heard that there was an upscale bia hoi garden near us, we decided make it our next stop for lunch.
Nice setting with lots of trees. We didn't get there until almost 1:00,
so the lunch crowd was thinning out.
so the lunch crowd was thinning out.
The beer was light and refreshing. The menu was extensive. They had beef, chicken, pork, duck, rabbit, and fish. One menu item in particular caught our eyes: fried crap. Probably the ultimate in scary foods. Also fried crap with salted vegetables. I'm not sure the vegetables help.
We had heard that the place had great sausages, and since we were feeling Oktoberfestive, we searched the menu for them, in vain. I dimly remembered that I had seen something on another menu last month that I had thought was sausage because of the way it would be pronounced in Vietnamese: xu xich (x's pronounced s), so I tried saying it several ways to our waitress. "Soup?" she asked brightly. No, not soup. I tried again. "Soup seech?" she asked. Please spell, I asked, knowing I'd recognize it if I saw it. Xuc xich, she wrote. "Yes." I said. "Two."
And sausage it was. While we were hoping for a garlicky, spicy sort of wurst, we got a tasty sort of weisse wurst, mild, but good, that had been dipped in a thin batter and fried. Slathered with Dijon mustard, it was quite delicious, but the gingery, minty banana flower salad and the morning glory greens sauteed in a ton of garlic were even better.
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Hey guys, I love your blog: the facts, the pictures, your sensibility.
Vietnam is more like China than I expected - which I guess makes sense since it is sort of a suburb of China (I am sure the locals would not agree). The goofy mistranslations and, even, the trowing trash on the floor. We saw that in casual restaurants too. When a party leaves, the cleanup crew pushes the scraps onto the floor and sets up the table for the next party.
Try as I may, I can't quite bring myself to throw trash on the floor - it just goes against everything I've been taught!
Even when I'm walking down a street and maybe I have a bit of trash from chewing gum - I'll hold on to it until I find a trash can or until I get home. And believe me, one tiny bit of trash on the streets of Hanoi is laughable. Still, I can't do it.
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