As you can see, the roads here are full of dirt and dust. Thank goodness for the glass case. |
Living in a resort area is hardly uncomfortable, but when it
comes to getting meals nearby I’m faced with paying resort area prices. However,
whenever I’m in Mui Ne there’s a place I often go that sells to a local crowd.
It’s a five-minute drive from my place and never terribly busy, which always
surprises me. It’s as simple a setup as you’ll find anywhere, though the owners
have recently added a mechanics shop to their place. Mechanics shops and
restaurants don’t usually mix well, but I have no problem with it here.
I think that wet spot to the right of the cart is water, not motorbike oil. |
As you can see from the photos above, the family sells their
homemade dishes from a wheeled glass display case, which they roll into their
house for safekeeping during the night and roll back toward the road when
they’re open for business. And they’re open for breakfast, which is either bánh mì (sandwiches) and xôi mạnh (sticky rice), as well as lunch,
which is always cơm bình dân (common rice
dishes).
The bánh mì goes for a mere 15,000 dong ($0.70), even if you get a mix of just about everything you can put into a sandwich. You can’t see it all that well in the photo below, but my bánh mì came with grilled pork, mixed sautéed veggies, fried eggs, cucumber, and a squirt of sauce. It also doesn’t show how one of the two women there used her chopsticks to feed her baby, then to feed herself, then to pick up a strip of grilled pork for my sandwich. Thankfully, the end she picked up had a chunk of bone in it, and it got cut off by a clean (I think) pair of scissors.
The bánh mì goes for a mere 15,000 dong ($0.70), even if you get a mix of just about everything you can put into a sandwich. You can’t see it all that well in the photo below, but my bánh mì came with grilled pork, mixed sautéed veggies, fried eggs, cucumber, and a squirt of sauce. It also doesn’t show how one of the two women there used her chopsticks to feed her baby, then to feed herself, then to pick up a strip of grilled pork for my sandwich. Thankfully, the end she picked up had a chunk of bone in it, and it got cut off by a clean (I think) pair of scissors.
Is there such a thing as bánh mì bụi? |
I'll take this over resort restaurant meals any day... |
Passersby on motorbikes often stare at me as I
stand at the display case, and those standing in line to order, or at one of
the two metal tables where you can sit down and eat, often ask me how I can
order in Vietnamese. When they ask if I have a Vietnamese wife and I say no, some
ask in all seriousness if I have a Vietnamese mother. Which is a compliment out
of all proportion with my Vietnamese abilities. In Saigon or Hanoi this would
happen less frequently, but since most Westerners here (80% or more are Russians)
don’t speak a single word of Vietnamese, I suppose I stand out a little more. All
in all, it makes life here a little more interesting.
I’m also told that I should avoid eating in places like this, despite the deal it seems to offer and the fact that it tastes good and seems relatively healthy. People tell me that food on the street is cheap precisely because it uses poor ingredients, especially those that bypass whatever regulators exist in Vietnam (and there aren’t many). It’s hard to know what to do about this situation in Vietnam, as there are so many street food vendors, but there have also been numerous reports about high concentrations of toxic chemicals (used as preservatives and whitening agents) being found in the vast majority of rice noodles. Coffee on the street, I’m told, is often mixed with quinine (and all kinds of other things) to make it bitterer. Sad news for Vietnam, but not something the country can’t overcome with more care and diligence.