...fertilized quail eggs.
Vietnam has incredible food; and of course, some really unappetizing offerings. The lack of language skills and understandable menus means that a lot of times when we eat out, we get surprised. Even when the menus are translated into English, you're never quite sure what you'll be served. At this particular restaurant, a few of the offerings were cataracts (sooo many questions here), sheep faloopian tubes (which is my new favorite way to spell and pronounce fallopian tubes) and minced frog pancake (which we ordered and, despite there being no pancake, it was delicious).
Other things that arrived at our table unordered were pieces of fruit, peanuts, and what looked innocuously like hardboiled quail eggs. Fun fact about these eggs though, when you cracked them open instead of a nice hard boiled egg, you saw a mostly developed baby bird.
We each tried them, some (Matt) even went back for seconds, but others (Leah) could not even get down a first. Something about the mucus-like yet chewy consistency. Also, it's a BABY BIRD! Our friends face sums it up pretty well.
After watching us very slowly and audibly eat these horrors, an unbelievably drunk man brought over some more fruit to our table (either as a show of pity or respect). The fruit was delicious. The bird fetus, not so much.
And thus ended our worst fruit party yet.


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