Despite being an ardent foodie, I have never taken a food tour so I decided that Hanoi would be the perfect opportunity to find some hidden gems. Luna, our Airbnb guide, made the evening jaunt worthwhile. First of all, the tour cost $0 so we were already ahead, but we paid for the cost of our food and left our guide a bit of a tip at the end.
We started out sampling some delicious and piping hot pork eggrolls and pork cutlets from a street vendor.
Then we headed off to try some sticky rice,
followed by a sampling of Vietnamese papaya salad and ending the food tour with an off-the beaten path beef pho.
The latter didn’t even have a storefront sign but did have a sign hanging off a tree and was located literally inside a family’s home.
The family previously had a stall but the government forced them to shutter so they have made do and hold a pop-up in their home with limited hours, from 3-7 p.m., serving only one speciality dish that they have clearly perfected.
To get to their establishment, you have to find the sign first and then enter a narrow pathway and climb up very narrow cement stairs which wind upwards. Then you end up on the landing and make a sharp right, taking a few steps before arriving at the restaurant. As in all Asian homes, you’re required to remove your shoes before entering.
We sat down on the low level plastic stools and a few minutes later our pho arrived. The broth was perfectly clear but distilled with hours upon hours of layers of beef essence. The pieces of beef were tender and the noodles were perfectly cooked. There were some herbs in the pho but they weren’t overwhelming. As we were the last customers, I saw the staff heading with our bowls to the kitchen which was in another room, where they were hand washing all of the plates and silverware.
Every square inch was used economically and efficiently which just goes to prove that one doesn’t need a state of the art kitchen to create an amazing dish.
What I particularly enjoyed about our evening, aside from the delicious and unique food of Hanoi, was hearing some of the stories about the norms in the city. There are certain jobs and responsibilities relegated only to women. Regardless of income, the government rations how much each person is able to buy to eat. The reason why storefront businesses are very narrow, deep and tall is property taxation is based on width and not height. Several families and generations of families live within one room, sometimes sharing one bathroom amongst them all with some homes not equipped with any bathrooms.
All of that seems shocking having been raised in the U.S. but it’s just a part of life in Vietnam, and there is a great and overwhelming sense of optimism and ambition amongst the people of Hanoi. If I had to describe the rhythm of the city, it’s a bustling metropolis in the heart of a young country that is readying and positioning itself to be a contender in the world of commercialism.
I just hope that in Hanoi’s valiant efforts to modernize, that it doesn’t turn its back on its roots, history and its values. Only time will tell.
Reunions bring to the surface thoughts, memories and feelings that one would normally compartmentalize and store much like seasonal clothing. All these emotions come rushing to the forefront when one is faced with seeing ex-roommates, ex-boyfriends/ex-girlfriends and classmates with whom you once had strong all-encompassing friendships but with the passage of time and the natural evolution of life, have faded and dissipated into thin air.
Unlike my high school years, I had a very close circle of friends and sadly, one of my college roommates had passed away days before our last reunion. I was too distraught and inconsolable to even consider attending at the time so this reunion was the first one without her.
What eased the sadness and void were two high school and college friends who made the trek out to LA and stopped by our home for a pre-reunion toast. With many years behind us, it was hard for me to remember who we each were in high school, but I still had some fuzzy memories of our fun times in college. When I saw them, they looked exactly the same with just a few more years of experience and life behind them.
Being back on college grounds jogged my memory, resurfacing the eager and naive ghost of my youth. Memories of sharing close cramped quarters, rotating kitchen and dinner responsibilities, pulling all nighters, simultaneously dealing with exams and heartbreaks came flooding back.
What I learned from on-campus and college life was the value and necessity of late night chats, on-campus socials and spontaneous late night group outings. The bonds we created and the lessons we learned from those experiences were equally as important as the actual education we received during those formative years.
Some of us have kept in touch over the years but seeing some of the people who were in my circle of friends made me smile and warmed my heart.
Though our time together was short and sweet, I am reminded that it is important to stay connected, to have real and meaningful conversations with friends and loved ones.
As life has shown us in recent years, there are no guarantees in longevity and time is a luxury we cannot afford to waste.
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