Mot NYE- Takes a while.

So we drive in the rain and make our way to Tulips, a western-style restaurant juxtaposed with the nefarious massage parlor atop. He’s not happy as I order side dishes in the all but vacant surroundings (echo echo). Memories surge forth as I light a cigarette and muse them, the surroundings. I’d been here many times after working at the Uni, and sometimes meeting up with G-man, Dutch fish philanderer. And wandered around the corner to a non-descript open-air VN-res, a place where even the PM of VN would view live animals to eat. I manage a smile when I recall going into the men’s room only to be greeted by a charging boar. The ladies room was much more pleasant.
And so I say to Trung “What’s up?” As I gingerly eye the Ao Yai 20-something massaging the front door and hold tight until she’d captured my leer. He notices and comes out of his mounrer, and as if it was his last helping hand, calls her to him. He asks in Vn (know enough to know) if she had a boyfriend, she say know and then proceeds to ask if I can be hers. To which she responds, “Yes”. Crazy, simply crazy that was. “I’m gonna take a walk because I’m just traveling through”.

Tulips is a microbrew (9,000VND small, 16 or 18 big 500ml located at the far-side of Bach Dang street by the second bridge. In my opinion, other than their full on fish menu, a few western dishes, it’s the best microbrews, light of dark, you’ll find outside PDX. You can’t go wrong. Be sure to say hi to guy the guy in the toupee, he’s a regular and I wouldn’t want you to get anything wrong.