This morning I was supposed to meet ex-CNN reporter, North Korea expert and Global Voices Online blogmeister Rebecca MacKinnon. She’s here, I think, to learn how the media in Vietnam is or is not developing. And to talk about blogging. She had to split town early and instead of eating with me, she had the delights of a Vietnam Airlines sandwich to contend with on her way back up to Hanoi. When figuring out where to take Rebecca, I wasn’t sure just how ‘street’ she would be prepared to go. So, erring on the safe side I chose to go ‘very very’ street. Let’s see what she missed.
I’ve almost ingested and blogged from every stall down at the local market now. However, there are two soups I’ve yet to ‘go live’ on and they both reside up this back passage which runs off one side of the main market. As is usual on local markets, there are no signs telling you what’s being sold or how much it’ll set you back.
I only know this is a Hu tieu stall because… well… I’m very wise. Also I had this same dish two days ago as a ‘home delivery’. The last time I blogged Hu tieu it was a bit of a District 10 disaster. That joint has since closed. However, I was so impressed with my 7,000VD home delivery and surprised that I’d never stopped by before that I decide to visit the stall in person this morning.
Hu tieu is a sweet noodle soup made from pork stock with a few small prawns, liver, kidney, pork slivers, he (a chive-alike) and beansprouts. It comes with the white noodles you can see above, but there is a Mi (yellow noodle) variant called Hu tieu mi nam vang. Side note, if you want really decent Mi, head to Mi Chu Tac on Ky Dong street.
I’m going white noodle this morning. The chef revives them in the side stock pot before shunting them bowlwards. However, being Rebecca-less and with the toad in tow, I decide to grab a mang di ve (takeaway) and bank this baby for lunchtime. So, in what is
quite possibly definitely a first for
this blog. What you are seeing has yet to enter my digestive tract.
However, like I said, I had a very successful meeting with this beast
two days previously and I feel confident I’m in for a carbon copy performance.
It’s blisteringly good broth, not in the sense that it’ll actually give you blisters of the puss spewing swollen variety, I don’t think it will, well I didn’t get any, but that’s not to say you couldn’t get them… I digress. If Rebecca had come I’m fairly certain she would have said something like, "This soup rocks. My buds’d love this shit." which in village English roughly translates as, "Oh that IS nice. I must tell everyone at the knitting circle to pop along for a post-knit nibble next week."
I don’t know much, but what I do know is I’ve got a blindin’ soup for lunch while Rebecca could well still be recovering from airline sarnie hell. Or did she go Business class?? Hmmm? Bloggers in Business class, that could never happen. Could it?