A moment please for what is most certainly the finest, tastiest, heartiest, kick-ass coffee on earth: Vietnamese.
There is a ritual that goes with it, which now I think is because it is worthy of worship. In the morning at the Metropole they serve it to us in a little porcelein drip container and the coffee slowly drips into your cup. When it’s ready you mix in some sweetened condensed milk (don’t judge until you’ve tried it!) and then you sit back and have a quiet moment to yourself.
More on that in a minute.
We had big plans to go see Ha Long Bay while we were here but the weather has not been cooperating. It has been drizzly, foggy, and hazy which is not ideal weather to make a full day or more trip investment to maybe not see Ha Long. So we decided to do that on our next visit to Hanoi, and there will be a next. It’s unfortunate but it’s a risk in the winter. The fog just makes the beautiful limestone rock formations impossible to see.
Instead we decided to immerse ourselves in Hanoi. We took the time to walk the streets and meet people, talk to them, and generally slooooow down. After the last 10 days it actually was quite nice to not have an agenda.
So today we had some time to just hang out in a coffee shop, called Cong Caphe.
It serves Vietnamese coffee just about anyway you like it both hot and iced. And all of it is just so delicious. My former favorite was French coffee, hard to beat really. Maybe German coffee is close. But Vietnamese coffee? Songs are sungs, angels herald, and birds tweet when you take the first rich sip of Vietnamese coffee.
Hot:
Or Iced:
Forevermore Hanoi will mean coffee. It’s that good.
