Thursday, 26 November 2009

What Nathan Ate: Thursday 26 November

I promise that not all of my posts will be about food.

The past couple of days I've been off my feed a little, but today I decided to get back on the horse. My stomach troubles may be the result of some dodgy sparrows I had earlier this week with Kenny, my Vietnamese Best Friend Forever (VBFF) - photo follows, sadly taken with an iPhone and therefore not very good at all:

These come in a big, er, flock on a plate. I didn't know they were sparrows. Dip them in salt and lime juice and they're gone in two bites. Two tragic, shameful, delicious bites. I am having trouble reconciling my new-found love of sparrow-eating. I know this will draw criticism from most of you, dear readers, but please bear in mind that no living creature is spared in Vietnam, and it is not polite to refuse your host's offer of tiny creatures.

So it might've been the sparrows, it might've been the egg-bearing loaches (file photo missing, mercifully), but all I could manage for breakfast this morning was a Choco-Pie:

Vietnam's answer to the Wagon Wheel is much fatter, and not remotely crisp. The chocolate is a veneer of myth. The marshmallow some sort of industrial padding. We are growing to like them, possibly because our snack standards are falling so low. That, and we see Choco-Pies advertised everywhere. It may well be Vietnam's National Snack.

Lunch, though, and I was hankering for some real food. I had read on The Internet of a place just near us that does a nice line in tiny fried eels (sometimes whimsically translated as elfs on Vietnamese menus):

That's two cabinets filled with tiny deep-fried elfs. I ordered mine with a fry-up of glass vermicelli and egg, topped with fresh cucumber, herbs and crispy-fried shallots:

A squeeze of fresh lime made me fall in love with this dish. Why, why are the tiny animals the tastiest?

After a swift lunch I retired to a nearby cafe for iced coffee with condensed milk - I drink that now I'm a local, you see - followed by a salted apricot juice. The latter tasted exactly as I ought to have expected. My own fault, really.

For dinner I had resolved to follow up a tip that Tim in London had sent me: a New York Times article talking about banh my kebabs ( I was sceptical about such things. 'No, Timothy!' I said, 'I will steer clear, thank you. For I have seen where they park the kebab booth during the day...':

This lonely little fellow is perched in a car park/garbage dump/building site until dusk, when someone fills his upright rotisserie with fatty pork and his drawers with vegetables. What I didn't notice until much later is that he is also branded with the very cafe name mentioned in the NYTimes article, so he would also include pickled red cabbage in the mix. What REALLY sold me, though, was another cart I saw in a back lane near the cathedral:

Sure, I was drawn by the name. I am not a proud man.

Tabitha's fellow AYADs Jasmine and Nathaniel joined me for a kebab-off. First up: Phat Phuc.

Being parked in front of a backpacker hostel should've given me more of a clue. We got a semi-pocket of soft bread, some limp carrot/pickle mix, sliced tomato, pork, and a chilli and a white sauce, for 15,000 dong (Google tells me that's about 88c). The resulting sandwich was tasty, but underwhelmingly so:

Here is Nathaniel almost enjoying his Phat Phuc banh my kebab. Almost.

So we struck out for the Cafe Goethe booth, by now moved to the middle of the road:

Ah, the kebab of winners! Pork and cabbage! Impossible to resist! Crispy roll! Tasty vegetables! Generous serve! Same low low price!! Cafe Goethe, I choose you!!!

The Cafe Goethe banh my kebab has convinced me to try all the kebabs Hanoi has to offer, but in the meantime I weep with gratitude that this is 200m from our door.

Afterwards a quick skip up the road for an ice cream, sold individually on sticks out of a big chest freezer with a see-through lid - which, come to think of it, is how ice creams are sold in Australia, also. More or less.

My favourite is the green rice and coconut. Oh man that green rice and coconut.

Tomorrow we're off on a week-end mini-break with Tamara, Shannon and Jasmine, to visit John Paul, currently stationed beachside in Qui Nhon, an hour or so south of here by Fokker 70. John Paul is the only AYAD posted in town, so far as we know, and I suspect he has been charming the locals. He's done us the great honour of arranging a party for Saturday night, which he tells us will be Vietnamese-style. I hope that doesn't mean sparrows.

Love to you all. Except Davina.


  1. amazing

    and i told you the kebabs would be good!!

  2. Mmm Choco-pie! Though that packaging looks less like snack and more like boardgame.

    Manda :)

  3. Heaths nickname for me is Sparrow. I better not go to Vietnam.

  4. yay for the teeny tiny tasty animals! dont hate on Davina~

  5. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is naughty fun not the best form of fun? It therefore follows that evil meals, guilt inducing tiny creature snacks are the very most delicious on earth. Awesome! I am so so jealous.

  6. i look forward to more news on the kebab front. go sparrows. Tabs, i feel for you. wendy xx

  7. Is it the tiny animals you love or the fresh squeeze of lime juice?
    Anyhoo, much enjoyed this post and I wonder if Chocopie comes in any other variations (surely as a national snack, it is ripe for multi-flavour incarnations?)
    PS 'Phuc' jokes will get pretty old in Vietnam, I tells ya.

  8. Elfs?????!!!!! are you trying to ruin christmas?

  9. Lucky for you they were sparrows. They should have been pigeons. Death to all pigeons. Any pigeon meals in town?

  10. I think food is a fine thing to post about, particularly when it is so interesting & amusing.


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