1. The 2am bowls of replenished health and steaming goodness.
I stare at the potato chips on top of my “Most American Thickburger” from Hardee’s and it just isn’t the same. Back in Vietnam, whether it was 1pm and I had skipped breakfast or it was 1am after a show, a quick hop on my crappy, seat-peeling Honda Wave and I had a bowl of phở or bún thịt nướng hand-crafted and handed to me in minutes.
I can still picture the gleam on the ceramic floor from the day’s worth of splashes. The chill of the aluminum table underneath my arms, and the anticipation when the bowl was plopped down in front of me, smoking and steaming, ready to be drenched in xa (bean sprouts) or fish sauce or whatever that night called for.
And don’t get me started on the chay food — we’ll be here all day.