I don’t normally blog at the weekend, but noodlegirl is away on business, the toad is snoring, I have
no life Good night and Good luck lined up on dodgy DVD and I’m just rebrowsing Friday’s lunch and wondering whether going to London next week is such a good idea. Regular stalkers of this gaff will know I rate this dish – bun cha – very highly. In fact it is my numero uno Vietnamisimo. This version is from 42 Tran Quoc Thao street in District 3. This totally packed shack is named after the famous – but utter bollocks – bun cha restaurant up north on Hang Manh street in Hanoi’s old quarter. The Saigon shed is imaginatively called Bun Cha Hang Manh Hanoi. Incredible. Who thinks these things up?
I arrive at mid-day. Both downstairs and upstairs are jammed. I’m the only big nose and probably one of the only people in here with a southern Vietnamese accent – hehe – The bun cha is a triumph. Plastic blue chairs and tables have never shone so brightly. At two memorable points during my lunch my thoughts turned to death. Am I dead? Is this my last supper? Did I leave the kettle on? What happens to a blog when a blogger snuffs it? Is there a charitable institution that keeps paying the subs? UDPDATE: Here’s one answer to that question.