highway 4

it was one of those quaint restos. red tile floor. repainted old walls with assorted asian paintings. wooden tables. upholstered iron chairs.

the main door. i liked the idea of the small swing doors.

the bar which displays the restaurant's own rice wine / liquor brand. only 1 i remembered from the menu: young sticky rice wine. there was like a large fish bowl on the counter, and it contained rice wine with the rice still in it.

we agreed to order sauteed locusts, freshwater clams and ostrich steaks.

there were many other exotic dishes like crocodile and dog meat in the menu. but i was not the daring gourmand that night. the food was just second in my agenda. the first was to get to know the person who invited us. and i did to some extent. i was so happy i did not refuse her invite.

In Vietnam, the road Highway #4 itself is not just a single continuous path but a network of strategically important routes that wind along much of the length of the Sino-Vietnamese border.