"Ain't much I won't eat" Gezzzzz..... some of the things my dad had us "try it, its good fir ya'" stuff! Ah ha.... Let's see.... pickled goat eyezzzzz...... Yup, had a wonderful early 60's education while living in France.
Yup, had a wonderful early 60's education while living in France.
Steak Tartare is my favorite.
La Castille, Chickens & Booze http://www.namsouth.com/viewtopic.php?t=31&highlight=steak+tartare My favorite restaurant in Saigon was the La Castille on Tu Do. There were other good French ones also like the La Casita, La Cave, and the William Tell to name a few, but La Castille was by far the most enjoyable. I had never eaten an artichoke until I went to Vietnam! Their Steak Tartare was the best. I had it in Singapore, but it paled in comparison to the La Castille, of course the Vietnamese had benefited in this respect from 100 years of the French. The Communists renamed the street, but the rough stone building still stands and consists of two shops now. It offered excellent service, monthly accounts, absolutely wonderful food, drinks, and desserts. It did extremely well at the bar, because they put two shots in a drink instead of the normal 1 1/2. (THE BEST BLOODY MARYS IN THE WORLD!) There were some real boozers there, and the worst one I thought was a large American who always had a flushed face. I would only nod to him or say a few words when we saw each other, so I didn't know where he worked.
My friend, Bill Lemon, and I decided to go to the mountain resort of Da Lat for a few days to enjoy the cool weather. In Da Lat you really never need more than a fan, and often not that. They have very fresh vegetables, and when you step out on a tile porch in the morning, your bare feet become cold to the touch. We bought two tickets on Air Vietnam for the short trip there. When we walked out from the terminal we saw that we would be flying on an old DC-3, and as we approached the doors we saw the boozer that I described before with the red face pass us with another man, both in uniform. They were the pilots for our trip! He looked to be in bad shape, and I mentioned to my friend that I hoped he had a bottle in the cockpit to calm him down. We had a bumpy ride on the way, but I don't know if it was caused by the weather or his trembling hands. That coupled with all the chickens in cages beside us taking up the right aisle made us very grateful when we safely touched down!
Haha, when I first read that I thought you were talking about the haircut, I thought, oh! Lordy! No! roflol.
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ReplyDelete:) Ain't much I won't eat. Reminds me of a post I'll make.
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ReplyDeleteGezzzzz..... some of the things my dad had us "try it, its good fir ya'" stuff! Ah ha....
Let's see.... pickled goat eyezzzzz......
Yup, had a wonderful early 60's education while living in France.
Yup, had a wonderful early 60's education while living in France.
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La Castille, Chickens & Booze
http://www.namsouth.com/viewtopic.php?t=31&highlight=steak+tartare
My favorite restaurant in Saigon was the La Castille on Tu Do. There were other good French ones also like the La Casita, La Cave, and the William Tell to name a few, but La Castille was by far the most enjoyable. I had never eaten an artichoke until I went to Vietnam! Their Steak Tartare was the best. I had it in Singapore, but it paled in comparison to the La Castille, of course the Vietnamese had benefited in this respect from 100 years of the French. The Communists renamed the street, but the rough stone building still stands and consists of two shops now. It offered excellent service, monthly accounts, absolutely wonderful food, drinks, and desserts. It did extremely well at the bar, because they put two shots in a drink instead of the normal 1 1/2. (THE BEST BLOODY MARYS IN THE WORLD!) There were some real boozers there, and the worst one I thought was a large American who always had a flushed face. I would only nod to him or say a few words when we saw each other, so I didn't know where he worked.
My friend, Bill Lemon, and I decided to go to the mountain resort of Da Lat for a few days to enjoy the cool weather. In Da Lat you really never need more than a fan, and often not that. They have very fresh vegetables, and when you step out on a tile porch in the morning, your bare feet become cold to the touch. We bought two tickets on Air Vietnam for the short trip there. When we walked out from the terminal we saw that we would be flying on an old DC-3, and as we approached the doors we saw the boozer that I described before with the red face pass us with another man, both in uniform. They were the pilots for our trip! He looked to be in bad shape, and I mentioned to my friend that I hoped he had a bottle in the cockpit to calm him down. We had a bumpy ride on the way, but I don't know if it was caused by the weather or his trembling hands. That coupled with all the chickens in cages beside us taking up the right aisle made us very grateful when we safely touched down!
Great story Brock. Ah, the things we do when we are young, eh?
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Yup, we're infallible then, dont' cha' know?:)
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