Wherever there's a seabreeze, I hog into seafood.
Danang is a port city on the Han River about 19km up the road from the ancient port town of Hoi An. Boatloads of prawns, clams, squid and fish are plundered from the nearby South China Sea, a fair whack of which must end up at this seafood shed not far from the river.
After a windy, rainswept ride spent behind a sand truck and some dealings at the Vietnam Airlines office, thirst and hunger were uppermost in my thoughts, leaps and bounds ahead of any sightseeing in Danang. Is there actually anything to see? Not much, if the tour undertaken as a result of snippets of directions gained from an argument between a banana seller and a scrap metal salvager under a bridge are anything to go by.
Just when I thought I'd have to get the old LP out, the seafood joint recommended by VGod's mate in Saigon came into view. Inside, the ground floor's crowded up with crates of beer and soft-drink, big plastic basins of prawns in iced water and fan waving grill ladies putting some heat into the seafood.
Led upstairs and presented with big frosty bottles of San Miguel without asking, we knew we were in the right place. A simple laminated strip of blue paper champions simply prepared dishes where the sea creatures are the stars. The order went in, an old granny slipped us a couple of rice crackers the size of dinner plates in exchange for a few thousand dong and we chewed them and guzzled beer until the grub arrived.
An enjoyable half hour of seafood indulgence ensued. Grilled squid served with a mayonnaise and chili dipping sauce, clams steamed with lemongrass and chili and huge grilled prawns served simply with a salt, pepper, chili and lime dipping sauce made their way to the table.
Discarded prawn heads and shells and empty beer bottles resulted. The findings were conclusive
Danang seafood rocks!
Quan Ba Thoi
96 Le Dinh Duong