“I’m analyzing your deepest fears and desires right now,” said the short-haired, middle-aged Canadian woman, staring at the drawings her French co-worker had scrawled on their paper placemats. The warm lighting in the Hanoi cafe made the colors glow.
Why the heck don’t more cafes employ the paper-placemat plus box-of-crayons technique of La Place Café in
In general, the ex-pat cafes of
My favorite place (pre-researched online in the New Hanoian as the top cafe near my hotel) was a bakery called The Cart. The restaurant is tucked in a narrow alley behind
As you try to pay and walk out, the inhabitants of the baked goods case stretch their arms to you like children wishing to be picked up and cuddled. You really can’t say no to a fresh and cinnamon-y carrot cake wishing to be cuddled, can you?
The bottom line is that