The French might have left ages ago, but the legacy they left behind can be felt in many ways.
From simple roadside cafe culture (with a Vietnamese twist by sitting on stools), to baguattes being sold next to the highway offering Ham (which local people call pate) for inserts, it is not surprising to find good French diner around here.
We got back to Hanoi around 9pm. Blur blur from the long traveling dad urshered us to the Green Tangerine for a nice dinner.
My mom and I agreed on that fact, the moment when we were served with our freeze soup. Freeze soup, the only soup of the day, comprising of fresh fruit cocktail at the bottom, layered with crush ice and ham on top. No other soup available as the waitress claim summer is too hot for things like potage and French onion soup. Duh!
Main course ah, hahahaha... strange cooking as well. Pasta mixed with raw cubed tuna, lobster cut that is only to 5 pieces, quails leg that is almost meatless.