This egg-succulence is available in a narrow passage. To get to this breakfast on a bike is problematic, requiring all of one's motor skills. One minor transgression, a mere clip of a handlebar and it's a domino effect of angle-parked motorbikes sandwiching all who stand or squat between them. I want to eat this, not end up looking like it so I ease up the alley with the senses sharp.
I do land in the gutter.
On a stool, with my appetite the only woe. But the order is in. And the eggs are being churned out of this shopfront cum living room at one pacy rate, a big blue plastic bin full of them within arm's reach of the chief egg frier who operates in a two person tandem with boss lady. This is cooked breakfast minus the morning papers, minus the skinny lattes, minus the "butter-on-the-side" sophisticates of other worlds. It's a pacemaker popping fry up, take it or leave it!
I take it.
From boss lady, it's hand measured portions of lap xuong (Chinese sausage), sliced boiled pig and a fatty cut of pate. I watch as this is alarmingly heated, by egg frier, in a ladle of oil sloshed in the frypan to cook the eggs. A warmed baguette, a bottle of soy sauce, a pot of chili and cucumber are delivered stoolside as eggs and co. are on the oily slide from frypan to plate...
...and then to stomach!
Two serves - 13,000VND (USD81c, AUD$1.07)
Banh My Trung
3 Ta Hien
Old Quarter, Hanoi