The Naked Crab

Jul 21, 11 The Naked Crab

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It’s de-clawed, denuded (!) and best of all, de-shelled.This is a crab dish for lazy eaters. Yeah, you know the type – those who use a fork and knife to eat shrimp and burgers and (horrors!) even pizza. Frankly, I’ve always been suspicious of these folk: they’re what I call “closet sensualists”, eaters who won’t...

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Beyond Pho and Spring Rolls

Sep 08, 09 Beyond Pho and Spring Rolls

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A typical Vietnamese meal this isn’t.It’s easy to get stuck into a routine when it comes to particular types of cuisine: sushi and tempura for Japanese; pizza and pasta for Italian; bagoong rice and pad thai for Thai. Bo-ring. Having grown weary of such monotony ages ago, it’s become an adventure to expand my...

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Hanoi, Vietnam: Off the Street, Into the Restaurants (Last of 4 Parts)

Jul 03, 08 Hanoi, Vietnam: Off the Street, Into the Restaurants (Last of 4 Parts)

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Is it possible to get quality Vietnamese food in a restaurant in Hanoi? My chances aren’t looking good.Viet KitchenWe’re looking for Pho 24, Vietnam’s supposedly ubiquitous pho shop. But my sisters, whom I’m traveling with on this trip (Mom decided to stay at the hotel) and I, can’t find it....

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Hanoi, Vietnam: To Market (a photo essay; 3rd of 4 Parts)

Jul 02, 08 Hanoi, Vietnam: To Market (a photo essay; 3rd of 4 Parts)

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When it comes to traveling, my sightseeing perspective centers on markets instead of monuments and museums. Curiosity and appetite are my guides and I expect to get lost, which invariably, happens more often than I’d like. (I’m still sharpening my map-reading skills). Hanoi, to my foreign eye, is immune to the...

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Hanoi, Vietnam: Walking The Street and Putting Things In My Mouth (2nd of 4 Parts)

Jul 01, 08 Hanoi, Vietnam: Walking The Street and Putting Things In My Mouth (2nd of 4 Parts)

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Hanoi’s streets are so thick with smells that I think I can eat the air. Whereas last night the sidewalks were pictures of calm, the emerging day is witness to burgeoning armies of tables and chairs and little stools where an adult’s knees come up to her chin. But no one seems to mind. The majority of Vietnamese life...

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