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| Just a typical neighbourhood coffee shop in Hanoi, natch. |
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| Why not enjoy erotic art whilst having your caffeine fix? |
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| And while we're at it, why not consider filching one of the coffee shop's menus printed on a vinyl record? |
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| Thick, oily Vietnamese coffee. Mmm |
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| Clearly, there's no such thing as too much caffeine. Chris and I are about to get our afternoon caffeine fix at the Opera House. |
Coffee is one of my favourite things about Vietnam. It's a good thing Chris and I only ever have our coffee black, because Vietnamese coffee tastes kinda "ripe" on its own - thicker, sweeter, oily-er, but still giving that satisfyingly bitter edge we've grown addicted to.
Coffee serves are so tiny (typically 6 ounces), I initially felt... violated. Cheated. They look more like an espresso and a half, not even a double. I'm used to drinking two heaping mugs every morning, dammit! But after having had my first cup of Vietnamese coffee, I immediately decided that it's OK to not be too greedy coz it's darn is strong. So strong, it makes the pores on my face vibrate.
I only ever had iced coffee once whilst in Hanoi and Oh.My.God. it was excessively, gloriously, triumphantly sweet. I suspected it had meth in it coz it certainly sent me zooming around the city faster and even more Hyperactive than a souped-upVietnamese motorcycle, happily snapping a pic of everything I saw and leaving other, non-coffee drinking tourists eating my dust.
If Vietnamese coffee became every tourist's fuel for sightseeing, we'd all get to see more of the world.
