Sitting on a tiny, ruby coloured plastic stool in a dim alleyway between two tall buildings was the setting of my first ever street food in Viet Nam. Next to me an old lady tended a huge, simmering cauldron of brain soup. When it was my turn to receive a big helping, I let the brains bob around while I tucked into all of the fresh vegetables and savoured the perfectly seasoned broth.
Since then, over many years I’ve eaten countless meals on the street, and whilst the Kiwi in me feels uncomfortable about throwing my crab carcass under the table, or wishing toilet paper wasn’t the only option to sanitise my chop sticks, I love the sense of adventure that comes with street food.
When I visit Viet Nam, I’m lucky to be in company of my husband and his family who are Ho Chi Minh City locals. Through them I’ve seen a side of Viet Nam that is raw, generous and welcoming.
Pho, in case you’re wondering is the most famous Vietnamese dish – noodle soup accompanied by salad greens, herbs, lime wedges, chilli slices and sauce. It’s a feast! I’ve named this blog ‘pho’ travels, because in English ‘pho’ sounds like ‘far’.
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