1. I left Vietnam to settle down at age eighteen.
Vietnamese noodle soup in Dubai /// Photo: Nguyen Huu Tai
Vietnamese noodles in Dubai
PHOTOS: NGUYEN HUU THAI
Fortunate to go to four continents, to eat hundreds of delicious things strange smell very much, but in the end as many children from other countries, I still return to Vietnamese dishes.
Vietnamese people are the most difficult to integrate in the world. Despite the many years of living in the country, just see bowl of rice with fish sauce, or listen to cage smell phở from afar, how many delicious Western dishes are ready to leave.
Foreigners often come to Vietnam with scented pho, spicy ribs, crispy spring rolls and hamburgers (recently added chicken chutney in US restaurants. , or rooms of United and other airlines). The taste of the West simple. No need to be delicious, just big and clean enough. Should have a few places to sell noodle size ... train, big brass with full of meat, vegetables and half a kilo of fresh noodle. Just finished the week. Yet there are still Americans or Mexicans who do not eat well, humming all over.
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Pho Viet in Buenos Aires (Argentina)
2. There are three dishes always make the Vietnamese heart.
That is sauce, rice and pho. Going far, just see one of the three dishes, the eyes are bright, the saliva flowing, intestines gnawing as there are thousands of thousands of waves of urge.
My house is near the beach. From small salty smell of wind and passion of fish sauce was soaked in people. So many years, the saltiness is not removed. Who in the house, open the refrigerator to see all types of fish are la villages, why in the US eat salty, not afraid of high blood? Dead dead have numbers. Just eat the cravings. From the mouth of the fish to the fish sauce, to the salted fish sauce intact, fish sauce intestines used to store with pig skin to eat together with rice, fish sauce to buy the fresh market, People with chili, bring the refrigerator to have the opportunity to bring me, or bowl of fish sauce made of brackish water snail mixed with grilled corn, or fish sauce, fish sauce, sour sauce of the South. There is no such thing.
Fish sauce, not only the soul national hero but also a tranquilizer for those who are far from home, leaving the country. No smoke in the plate, no field straight wing flutter, just see the golden brown waves, hear the fishy, passionate, fragrant aroma on the nose, is seen a sky remember. Need more, just a few spoonfuls of sauce, add lemon slice, chilli bean root, not meaty luxury meat, nor pickled vegetables, much more, can bowl on rice bowl cooler, or dip a few rice paper, delicious dots. When it comes to snowstorms or wind and rain, just pull the sauce out, pour a cup, or store a saucepan, make sure the three pots are empty, say a small pot.
Going far but see the food in Vietnam, whether bad or bad, love really want to cry. One time I went to Hong Kong, to Que Quoc Ward, saw a restaurant in the black free standing waiting from the stairs pulling out the middle of the road. I did not have enough time and patiently waited, but of course my heart was filled with pride. Or visit Athens (Greece). Google has found a new restaurant called "Mai" neatly. So Uber rushed to run. The owner of the Saigon restaurant, new to the shop of the owner of the United States, moved to sell the Vietnamese. It was a very memorable evening when I finished eating a plate of rolls, two plate dishes with ribs, plus noodle bowl. Do not know if hungry or at the neck make delicious dish sauce so I eat the net.
Remember when I went to Dubai, after a day of sitting around the bus, sweating like a shower, I crawled into a cool shopping mall, to the food court, a restaurant full of Asian food. And the image of smoked pho noodles, the meat was full of children smashed into the eyes. I want to shout out to people that pho, the typical dish of my hometown, you see? And of course, when pho is baked out, I have to tell myself, I am in the desert a few thousand kilometers away from Vietnam, not in the middle of my hometown, looking forward to the famous pho noodle soup .
Two years ago, I flew over Maastricht (Holland) to visit my wife and a friend in high school. Van and Hoa lead me across the German border, visiting Aachen. After a hearty return to the old town, to the church and peaceful paved roads, Van asked me what I wanted to eat. Nearly four days of wandering Europe, I told myself to eat Vietnamese food right away. My wife and I are the only Vietnamese here. Delicious or not try to eat offline. I do not eat northern pho. So while the couple ate a bowl full of noodles, I ordered a bowl of pork soup. God, it's the bowl of the most boring soup I have ever eaten. Dilute with fingertips, noodles filled with cinnamon, with a small snack rack. I was picky eaten at that time but still calmly delicious in the cold weather of people.