When I asked my friend what circumstances he was eating in, he said that the restaurant had broken cars and it was dark and raining heavily, so when he saw the restaurant, he was so happy that he had caught gold. It was late to get to the restaurant but the restaurant owner was still enthusiastic about serving customers, not to mention the restaurant owner's daughter had a feminine figure and a bright smile all night long. whose food you will always remember and always praise it as delicious!
The young man in the group, recounting his trip to a remote province in the South, also encountered a similar situation. At that goat hotpot restaurant, the owner wore very neat clothes but saw the group of tourists in the city getting off and driving a shiny, elegant car, rushed inside to change to a short mini dress with long legs, quite straight and a little quick massage on the lips, making the whole group very happy. And of course, that lunch was very popular.
The sister in her 50s said: It's like banh xeo and nem lui, I eat it at a small shop in the coastal city. It was just a simple dish that was so delicious and fun, thinking back because sitting with an old friend, eating while recalling stories from youth, you should remember them for a long time.
The oldest man in the group concluded: What to eat is not as important as where to eat and who to eat with. A bowl of beef noodle soup eaten on the sidewalk of Hue, hearing a light wind blowing from the Huong River, is completely different from eating in a high-end restaurant in the bustling city. A bowl of vermicelli soup at a small alley in Saigon, where the saleswoman has been attached to that street corner for more than thirty years, not only has a sour broth but also the flavor of time, of the closeness between strangers sitting next to each other on simple plastic chairs.
The space creates the soul of the dish, turning it into a memory, more than simply eating to feel full. But more importantly, it is still who to eat with. There are dishes that are forever associated with someone in life. For example, the sour tamarind soup that my grandmother cooked, no matter where it was eaten, could not resemble the flavor of the family kitchen. The dish at that time was not only a taste, but also a memory, a mark of the people who passed through our lives.
The young man laughed at the invitation: It's true that the elderly often think, but when hungry, they eat alone and everything is delicious!
