When the kids wanted to go to the museum, I thought it was the best opportunity for me (and D of course) to go look for bun cha which I missed out on the last trip. The idea of grilled pork balls mixed with rice noodles (bun, pronounced 'boon') and tangy soy-pickled sauce, throw in a whole lot of herbs, was simply irresistible. After brekkie and ice-cream, we were still too full for more food, so we decided to walk and look for the bun cha stall. Though it was sweltering, I loved the walk - street stalls, honking motorists, narrow alleyways of coffee and banh mi stalls. We chanced upon the famed Notre Dame church and found a wine enclave which sells some excellent Aussie and French wines.
I got to eat my bun cha. And it's very good.
PS. I kinda lost the address of this one. Will try to locate the business card in my backpack.
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