Post by Legion Etrangere on Jun 9, 2009 10:20:55 GMT -5
I was out this weekend in downtown Houston with my brother and we decided to hit a different Vietnamese restaurant. [ I always head to same one every time, which is my habit ].
Instead of heading to the gut bomb of Mai's, a local Viet pho shop, we went instead to Pho Saigon, a new Vietnamese restaurant that opened up [ Milam and Drew for the locals ] near downtown Houston. Interestingly, next door was a French-Viet bakery with large baguette's in the window, aptly named la Baguette Cafe.
What came next was eerie...
The waiter at Pho Saigon, a young Vietnamese kid about 18 or 19 was the spitting image of the smiling Vietnamese para on the DZ at Dien Bien Phu, forever captured by the lense of Pierre Schoendoerfer when 5 BPVN touched down. Literally the mirror image.
After eating - we headed next door for an espresso and some baked items [ for which la Baguette had very few; they were closing up so I assumed they began moving inventory to the walk-in ]. Out of the back came another young kid who almost looked like the waiter at Pho Saigon.
And ... after asking him in pidgeon English [ I honestly didnt think he spoke English ] he said in clear dictum with a California, devil-may-care accent: Dude, thats my bro next door. Yeah, were brothers; my parents moved to L.A. from Saigon and then to Houston. What type of espresso? Single or a double?
Hey kid, you wanna reenact? ;D
/martini/
Instead of heading to the gut bomb of Mai's, a local Viet pho shop, we went instead to Pho Saigon, a new Vietnamese restaurant that opened up [ Milam and Drew for the locals ] near downtown Houston. Interestingly, next door was a French-Viet bakery with large baguette's in the window, aptly named la Baguette Cafe.
What came next was eerie...
The waiter at Pho Saigon, a young Vietnamese kid about 18 or 19 was the spitting image of the smiling Vietnamese para on the DZ at Dien Bien Phu, forever captured by the lense of Pierre Schoendoerfer when 5 BPVN touched down. Literally the mirror image.
After eating - we headed next door for an espresso and some baked items [ for which la Baguette had very few; they were closing up so I assumed they began moving inventory to the walk-in ]. Out of the back came another young kid who almost looked like the waiter at Pho Saigon.
And ... after asking him in pidgeon English [ I honestly didnt think he spoke English ] he said in clear dictum with a California, devil-may-care accent: Dude, thats my bro next door. Yeah, were brothers; my parents moved to L.A. from Saigon and then to Houston. What type of espresso? Single or a double?
Hey kid, you wanna reenact? ;D
/martini/
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