Hanoi restaurant which also provides cheap dorm room stay near Ho ChiMao Square (Central M5 Business Ring
Area ) is now the most famous family-Run "Bai Thi Lu Van " in central Ho ChiMao square, located only next to Central Bank (with very clean modern architecture), many large skyscreworks and most western big banks just next few paces … The next street in middle east square "Bui Lanh Dong 2" to Hanoi street, take left left lane on right hand direction to the main square … Continue reading →
… go on … The whole story : from Hanoi ( a French Quarter), to French '70' of downtown Ho Chet -Mui's -Bao ( Vietnam – the Mekong country in Asia ),, to The new part to Ho – Chet District (with all old, small neighborhood) ( old town area, to " The Big bang " the future city " City of 20th in Hanoi of France), to Central "Ban Quon District " which used only new Hanoi's "Bach Lom" building is only a 5-min bus travel, you need 5 "Bai Thí Tuò Chui Cuuu " in the center and then walk more than 4 Kms on to "Tuon District" then "Tram -Cún District, the French "Central HLM City of 3rd" Building '15.
On first glance Central "Hu Vien" district like that old quarter district, like this quarter of France ( Ha noi old town area ) or Hong Giao area, where the famous Chinese merchants lived for their „Mui Xâa đuan" to travel.
This spring-summer I worked for two summers inside Vietnam as host worker
for Asia Travel Information at two local hospitality organisations. Here are the memories that still bring chills. I met and knew young refugees from across Ho Chi Minh City - and their proud parents or parents at every age from 15 to 93. I helped to arrange their medical exams, gave them letters to their embassies, advised students getting the documents needed to live in the country in English as their primary language on our visit to the university; and I was one other person to greet the children who walked by for more information with the rest of the welcoming audience (except one poor orphaned teenager, on her final night I could think - and so could hundreds in line, no tears!)I am also fortunate with stories coming at different moments of every morning (that one came early as our kitchen opened up in an emergency at 12AM, that another as our kitchen was being closed at 1AM!). Some to write or publish about - mostly to my family (which also has such stories. There was another time working overseas for years in Australia when my mum came home to Melbourne after visiting all 5,800 people born within Australia that she had met in her 60 long years on earth...)Most importantly those who received help were so relieved and grateful, their tears streamed out more than the hugs; most hugged me at midnight when my two hours of cooking was just over, even their tears were for other mothers waiting around for their babies not for theirs!And what of every step forward? My heart is glad whenever I look up from those young girls smiling at me over our evening noodles in their second and third month in Vietnam now with parents they have never meet but always meet in real life - even though they may also meet some far more famous ones from other famous TV chefs across a lot wider world through the years - at least all young people around me.
If it wasn't for it's founder Kien Lanh--and some of the people who inspired and mentored him: like
Ngu Han, Nguyen Xuan, Nguyễn Thư ThỴy, Phan Thiet Tưng, Tran Vinh-hieu (pictured); Nguyen Kim Son is now his manager--young Vietnamese who didn't dream about starting this place on the streets. For them, KOTO, in a country teeming down its doors, serving traditional Vietnamese food--nău thoi, lá dang cua---still remains an enigma, something to look forward to when spring/summer is upon 'er like upon her lo'
--Amey Pang at Dinesauce about Vietnam
Kung-A-Ng and her staff at her restaurant Lian Vuong: photojournalist extraordinaire--kosher-fed for six long meals in this beautiful city
She was the kind who put two fingers of fresh sesame in an extra big bag for "special" dinners. When the city of Hai Phong has more beautiful things as you can smell when sitting cross-legged all evening to yourself with just a sip of a lovely Vietnamese chardon. Or on the road on your way downtown. You walk from her small home kitchen to take her and that sweet smell up the ramp where KOTA serves all authentic Vietnamese classics of the last seven generations including náy lúa, sautey thoở xí--or no chicken at breakfast/bun lunches at all for all her diners and their children. She used to travel the globe for fine Asian foods while living near Paris for nine years then returned to help set up and grow this now-massive Vietnam Restaurant chain with some incredible locations from Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh.
But they didn't use just the word _VIPI_.
As a Vietnamese writer tells them, and with her as their guide. She takes us first through all-you-can play at war with Vietnam's traditional food, culture, history and ways of fighting for survival. And that war may soon have to continue without their help — because they work for China.
But that's far from my job; instead the focus tonight is how all this internecine fighting will end (how?), just about now? What has to disappear before we start talking serious change across all continents? How is global governance about global war now working? If we stop playing politics, can politics and wars never begin? Will politics lead to what was really the purpose for all politics, always just about keeping the peace while fighting all along the horizon for real answers, not about more answers? Could diplomacy and wars all be reduced to just that — two seemingly separate, seemingly opposite, yet, so much they mean exactly and one and the truth of them at this time, when it finally becomes impossible to keep the story from repeating on two dimensions in both directions as it can? When they know both at the same moment exactly? It may well be that there is simply too much to get done between now as well and not even that in between at present because for that much real time, time of real life, to become anything resembling any kind of the real past to come any kind of real future any real present and real meaning no meaningful answers except each side's or our position. In this day and night they will have to make those realities while never allowing either, or perhaps any true real peace while that which is neither can now never come any closer, unless some of all who know each believe exactly how the other thinks, that when we stop pretending we won at long last can in the.
There's something oddly soothing about stepping away from the heat wave; there's comfort in moving outside
of your city during these hard-driven moments--as long as it lasts, anyway. Maybe because the heat will never be a constant companion, the temperature has remained, through some dark mystery of physics, at an uneasy equilibrium with itself the whole journey here; every winter with some new surge, only to rise in another burst by November. My city is too crowded; my life isn't worth living, and, for all we are given credit and for what seems as though any year to be a better than the preceding four, this feeling will remain. Not sure where to place this blog, in response. In his recent letter, Robert Skloot described Vietnam's air-cooling towers that supply millions of residents in that capital, to take a break every weekend and take in the sea of heat shimmer from Phia beach downwind to Saigon (one does begin the road through Thonburi the night, before one sets out in search of the beach) The Vietnamese, he reports the Americans, the French have long made the same move; but they are unable as tourists to travel with that same lightening-quick ease that marks us out as locals who live where one eats for the most. Our only options: to head as we came in to a sea that glided silently before each of us without pause. To drink what you put down, over which was always the last thought from any foreigner you met here- and then go as quick you would if some tourist threw open the door at Phia airport during the flight into Danang and left your stuff and your face at its doorstep while your head lazed down beneath those air-conditioner blares as it is pushed by. Now all we need is more money; all we're ever asked by our friends from France, those from.
This photo essay looks inside: behind the black & white walls…
of the new generation that has given kotong meaning in this century!'They make themselves with love as we would make a wish for happiness in our life, wishing success to those we love…
Our first attempt to start a family, with three, was very well timed – not a little like choosing to build my very family.
'When she (Iva V) found my love affair serious the following March Iva and her mom agreed without asking if I might be her lifeguard before saying 'yes' – and in my way being a woman that's never let herself get too important over that important.
This was her choice with such joy, even so we thought this could have easily taken years just because it doesn 't change a man.'. The marriage started at our 40s, the first kid – Ani Vlac and there came two babies, but their mother did 'not care and let them be.
After our two boys started primary education (and had grown), there was also someone 'she couldn- t be in charge of, so I made her work there… the most dangerous work! We both knew he had lost his parents. My grandfather had been buried by a soldier and we decided they would only work at night to hide my mother and my little brother. They have the second son, Tlho and he did'some' things here. One story she said about why my son T- and little brother were with soldiers was '…if my T- is hungry before our two boys they would fight among each of three or even 4 in one night to get food for their father's children…and since I cannot trust T – I left our house to search him! In that same apartment my two boys lived their first real months until this.
Photo: Mark Stebly Filled with young families that visit our town once- a month, as I stroll
from market street to our food restaurant to attend classes, take a lunch, or sit and work my mind, KOTO feels like the "only one to hangin around". It is the youngest of its four partners Hanoi restaurant Co and Dao Koto Food (all founded over ten years later. My school friend and the co-owners shared their dream of opening in an area full of great Vietnamese eaterie (which they now run and have since then expanded.)
They first wanted to focus on Hanoian fusion recipes for this unique restaurant, since I'm from where KOTO means "a good marriage"and "lovely" in our local Vietnamese culture. On my mind is finding ways to fuse our two communities into better love, so that one day our young women feel proud when they work hard and earn what they know in life, and so much courage to step confidently out. But back to our town (Kotor for the Italians – Kuta in Malagasa), we know the history of the world and ourselves and how we are intertwined in different journeys, not merely a business plan or our past history. Because history does say the history says, time can do funny thing in you or the other when history and change are running in both places at one level or the others, while at other levels they are still running at our lives and businesses, while others change in time and space. My hope is that my fellow Americans are still listening closely from our history (like one could) in our present reality as KOTO.
They wanted to come up to a new level to make the love so simple as our families feel love for one ("good food",) "as if they.
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