Eventhough, I would say Saigon is not so tidy and not so “cosy” to settle on one of these plastic chairs (typical for street diners) , my lust for street-food is always unstoppable. Theres no place I havent had better food. After I some drinks with my friend Edson from Japan, I went back to the streets of my backpacker quarter to have some delicious fried rice – the kind you would never get from vietnamese diner in Europe.
nothing can stop my appetite for street-food
