The Great Unwashed
After more than four months of eating on the cheap (I think we're even worse than the average budget backpacker; we usually share only one dish at a street stall which usually costs us less than C$1.00), we decided to indulge our inner 'fat tourist' and splash out on a 'fancy' dinner.
While we were in Phnom Penh, we'd come across a Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) expat magazine called Asialife HCMC. This particular issue featured a very comprehensive review of pizzas -- ooooh, pizzzaaaa ... -- from 11 restaurants across the city. The best pizza, according to the three taste-testers was the Opera pizza from the Park Hyatt Saigon's restaurant Opera.
From the stringy cheese (courtesy of buffalo mozzarella) to the tomatoes, Italian salami and olives, the judges were unanimous -- this was one heck of a pizza. It scored top marks in almost every category. Quentin finally completed his quest for the perfect crust, Daniela liked the freshness of the ingredients and Bien "loved it." Coming from our firm judges, this is praise indeed.
All this could be ours for only US$12. US$12?!? That's twice what we spend in an average day!
But since we have, indeed, been spending very little on food -- not just because we're cheap, but also because we tend to really like street food -- and have been for quite some time. And, since we've been very culinarily adventurous -- sticking with the local food for the most part and not falling back on Western food -- we figured we deserved both a financial as well as a Western indulgence. And what could be more Western than pizza (or maybe McDonald's but they don't have them in Vietnam)? Now we just had to get ourselves to HCMC!
More than a week after reading the article, it was finally time to indulge our pizza-tooth. Off we went in search of our 'holy grail' .... Unfortunately, being so preoccupied with the thoughts of ooey, gooey, cheesey, crispy-but-chewy pizza, and because it had been so long since we've sat down in a proper restaurant (if seating is an option, and it usually isn't, it's usually a plastic chair pulled up to a metal folding table in the centre of a sidewalk next to the belching buses, cars, and motorbikes; a 'dress-code' is a foreign concept) we neglected to give any thought as to how we were dressed. And we were dressed even more 'budget-backpacker' than normal. Because we had opted for the cheap-but-slow option at the laundry (only C$0.17 per kilo vs C$0.34!), the clothes we were wearing had seen better days ... like three days previously when we handed in all our laundry and first started wearing them! While three days of constant wear in a colder climate might not be too bad -- okay, even in a colder climate three days is pretty bad -- in a hot and polluted environment like HCMC you feel less than fresh a few minutes after leaving the relatively clean sanctuary of your guesthouse. We were literally the "great unwashed"! (Well, we had bathed at least; our standards are low, yes, but we do have them.) In addition to their questionable state of cleanliness, the items we were wearing were more suited to a gym (I was wearing my Lululemon sports top) or the beach (Ulrik was wearing boards shorts and a rash shirt -- don't forget, everything else we had was being washed) than dinner at a posh hotel.
But, not only did the staff of the very swank Park Hyatt Saigon not physically prevent us from sullying their immaculate and pristine environs with our presence, they actually held open the door and welcomed us in.
And fortunately, since we were eating early the restaurant had only a few patrons who, although not as casually attired as us, were by no means dressed to the nines. So we didn't stick out like sore smelly thumbs! (Besides, we joked that they probably just assumed we were old money ... you know, people who have been rich for so long that they don't care what other people think.)
We sat down to a table dressed with a starched white tablecloth, cloth napkins, and silver cutlery, and started to relax. The restaurant was so calm; we couldn't hear the traffic, we couldn't smell the exhaust fumes, and we weren't interrupted by street sellers. It was wonderful!
Deciding to splurge even more than planned, we opted for appetizers in addition to the pizza. Ulrik had a wonderful frisée salad with walnuts, Gorgonzola cheese, and apples; I had a fantastic tuna carpaccio with freshly shaved Parmesan and lemon. And the pizza? We ended up getting a "pizza-for-two", which was US$4.00 more, topped by Italian salami, mushrooms, and Gorgonzola cheese.
The entire meal -- which I should say cost a grand total of US$38 -- was worth every penny.
For more photos, see our Vietnam photo album.
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