I used to eat Bún ốc riêu at this front room place in 2005/2006. I blogged about it at the time. I’m writing about it today. More accurately, I’m re-writing what I wrote back then and what I wrote when I revisited the place in October, 2013. Eight years on and restaurants change. Many shutdown, some get a lick of paint, others go from strength to strength. The woman who runs this joint used to be a lottery ticket seller before she started selling soup from a double pannier jobby way, way back.
She appears to have done rather well for herself. And expanded the length of her section of the courtyard. This is what her pad looks like today. The menu has not changed one jot. And now, she has her own website.