Posts Tagged ‘saigon foods’
Whenever I eat at a restaurant here in Saigon, I feel like I m eating whatever the cook has touched: money, her nose, some dead fish, the seat of a scooter, the seat of a toilet. And if it is a gigantic cook , I keep thinking “Did she just wipe her ass and then put the herbs into my bowl?”
The practice is not as prevalent as it used to be. Hopefully sometimes in the near future, I can slurp up that bowl without shit and stinky ass in the back of my mind.
On a separate note, HCM just hosted its annual sports dance competition at Phan Dinh Phung stadium. That means caked-up dancers in gaudy costumes of all shapes and sizes twirling around in a frenzy over loud, predictably sentimental music. The main highlight was when they bummed into each other, which happened quite often. Like everything else, professional dancing here is still very amateurish.