Fried Blood Cockles – 55 of 365
The metal and glass case filled with bowls of mollusks and shells at Cô Bảy 3 on Nguyen Huu Canh screams “try me, try me.” The waitress’ face screams something else though. Yes, we all know that look of rolling eyes and almost imperceptible head shaking. This girl didn’t care about my dining needs. No, that look meant “Oh for the love of Buddha what the […]
Down The Street and Back Again 