We love eating out. We did in America, and we most certainly do here in Viet Nam. Thankfully, the Vietnamese dining experience is kinder to our budgets. Some of our friends here have said, don’t bother buying and making food at home—it’s way cheaper to eat out. In fact, we love the dining experience. Beyond being pleased with the price of food here, we are in love with Vietnamese cuisine. Hot soup, fresh vegetables and fruits, any protein in the world, coupled with incredibly kind service. What’s to complain about?
Oh yes, the seats.
Before we eat the delicious Hủ Tiếu we mentioned a couple of weeks ago, we take a deep breath and squat on our little plastic red chairs in hopes of not crushing the thing, falling down, and forever giving foreigners the stereotype of being clumsy. Once we arrive, the cook motions us towards the tiny chair and table and we give each other a side look, hoping today is not that day. We smile and nod at the cook, and we know, she hopes so, too.
Our kiesters have yet to find a comfortable chair. However, it is sturdy, even for our Western weight. Of course, a begrudging squeak of the chair escapes as we sit down. Almost a whisper of “no, not you.” Thankfully, we haven’t broken an innocent chair yet, even with it’s stressed legs having felt the fullness of our bellies.
The chair is something one would imagine to be at a children’s playground or a kindergartner’s classroom. It perches the customer about twelve inches above the ground, seemingly too low to reach any dining table, but the table is low, too. The chair is high enough that a knee still hits the metal table, and we do that often as we fumble our way through the delicious meal on our cheap thrones. There are other makes and models of this infamous furniture, all just as small as the classic red chair. Here are a couple of other tiny stools we’ve sat on, made of wood or metal. Regardless of what they are made of, they still hurt. We think it’s on purpose, so we eat quickly and move on.
No difference, we’ll keep coming back. The food is far too good and we’ve always listened to our stomachs first.