Ho Chi Minh City Part 5: Fuck, does this guy love eating or what?

This is still my second day in Ho Chi Minh, after the visit to the War Remnants Museum and all the viewing of those poor children affected by Agent Orange; shaking, spitting, limping and generally spazzing out, made me quite hungry. Must be all the energy used up during the sympathising. Because of how nasty the beef stew turned out to be, I had to treat myself to something that can't fail. Something that I will definitely like. Something that no one can fuck up.



Something like shellfishes, fuck yes.



Look at all that, my biggest regret is not being able to try everything here.



I did try my best though, coming back on the next two days in an attempt to eat every single type of shellfish they sold.



I think I spent enough to support her three daughters through college and university.



Do I think it's cool to punctuate one single point of "I ate a lot of shellfishes" with four images?



Yes.

And that's right, we were given bobby pins to pick the flesh out from the shells and these required more effort than the rest which were more easier to shuck and suck. These, we had to pry and wry but so worth it because the flesh was noticeably sweeter than the ones found in the other shellfishes.



This is the dip of vinegar, plum powder and chilli they gave and it was pretty damn awesome, adding some spike to the peaceful taste of the shellfishes which I eat for their texture anyway.



Jules ordered this, well done. This is the shellfish equivalent of ordering a well-done steak, or eating fast food when you're in a foreign country known for their culinary culture, or choosing chicken over beef, mutton and pork. These clams are really the chicken of the sea; they don't taste bad and can actually be pretty fucking good when cooked properly but the thing is, they're so...boring. These are the seafood equivalent of accountants: Easy to find, sells well but god forbid them from having an ounce of fun in them.

Just kidding, of course. I'm saying that only because I'm jealous of how much money they make and how good they are with numbers. Liabilities, interest and taxation? Shit you be living the life dawg.



Her strawberry smoothie and my...other seashells. Those large black ones aren't as delicious as they're a little too tough and rather tasteless but there's just something so addictive about them. Serious "Once you pop, you can't stop" material.



After we were done, we took a look around the market. Anyone looking at us? No? Good.



Because we really wanted to eat the spring rolls again. Like, damn badly. Mostly because of how our previous plate tasted so good. Perfect setup for a disappointment as the sauce here wasn't as good as the previous place's. Jah bless Mr. Lau and his spring rolls.



We then went to another stall and ordered this, which I have no idea what it's called but this was good. Lots of contrasting textures and taste in this and I can really eat a plate of this right now.

And then we thought, hey, the spring rolls didn't turn out so well. Let's try ordering them here and maybe it'll be better.



We ordered two. They gave us four. I hate to waste food and needless to say, we were full for a very long time after this.