Westerner’s outrage at not being treated like a local, exacerbated by favourite noodle dish suddenly costing more than a pound.
This will probably be my final post on local eats in Hanoi. Not so much because I’m leaving Hanoi in less than five weeks, but because I have a hard time recommending places that don’t overcharge me for being a Westerner. Many places don’t, but just as many, I find, do. It’s one reason I haven’t updated my blog more recently than this.
Hacked off it's Monday? Enjoy the schadenfreude of an epic food fail in Vietnam.
People travel for a whole host of reasons but one of the most common and most miserable reasons is to have the bragging rights that come with having visited the unusual or far flung. I have to admit that sometimes I do the heinous “that’s good but it isn’t as good as the sashimi I had in Fukushima several years ago which really sadly you won’t ever be able to try” or that “that pho is nowhere nearly as good as the pho I had in a little village outside HCMC at the hands of a 90-year-old blind peasant woman“.
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