I recently found myself in the company of a fellow traveler.
It was early afternoon, and I was hungry.
It had been two days since we had met, and we were just sitting around a table drinking coffee in our living room.
We had talked about our lives together for years, and this was the first time we had really talked about something like this.
We talked about everything from our favorite food to our hobbies, but I knew that I wanted to get out of here and make a meal.
It wasn’t that I had any particular food preferences, I just wanted something healthy and tasty to eat, so I went to the nearest Vietnamese restaurant and ordered a salad.
When I returned a few hours later, I noticed that the salad was actually the wrong one.
I went over to the front counter and asked them what had happened.
The waitress apologized profusely, but said that the menu was not ready yet, so we had to go back to the restaurant.
I told her that I didn’t have the right salad, and she told me that she would be back soon.
I decided to give it another try.
So I got the wrong salad, but not before I asked the waitress to make the same salad again.
This time, she gave me the right one.
The next day, I called the restaurant to see what was wrong.
She explained that I couldn’t get a reservation because the menu wasn’t ready yet.
So she went back to ask for a different number and asked if I would like to come back later, which I did.
So far, so good.
When she arrived, she said that I should come back in a few minutes, because they were busy.
I didn of course, but then I noticed a couple of other customers waiting there as well.
I called out to them, and they started to ask if they could sit next to me.
So, I got up, went over and sat next to them.
I looked at them and said, “Hey, you’re my foodies.”
They replied, “Sure, I guess.”
The waitress brought the menu over to me and said that they were preparing their food.
I said, ok, I’ll just pick something up.
She picked up my order and handed it to me with a smile.
Then, I picked up some salad, asked the waiter to make some drinks, and then took my food back to my seat.
She handed me my credit card.
After some minutes, she came back and told me to pick up my food.
The whole time I was eating the salad, she kept looking at me.
After I said “yes,” she gave a big smile and said “Thank you, that’s wonderful!”
She said she was happy to see me again.
The food wasn’t bad, but there was no sauce, and it was just plain old rice noodles.
It took me a few bites to realize that the waitress didn’t even know what I wanted.
I was in shock, but the smile stayed with me.
The rest of the day was spent eating out and enjoying Vietnamese food.
When the restaurant closed, I went back and tried to order some more.
I got a reservation for the next day at the next Vietnamese restaurant, and that was when I got another message from her.
I had asked to see the menu again and get a different salad.
She told me the menu, and said she couldn’t make it because the chef had already prepared it.
I asked why, and the waitress said that it was because the manager was busy, so she was unable to help.
I tried to get her to call the manager again, but she hung up on me.
When it came time for lunch, I saw her again.
I gave her a thumbs up, and asked her to come over and see what she could do to help me out.
She said that she could call the chef and ask him to make another salad.
I’m sure that it would be very helpful.
After about an hour of waiting for the chef to come by, I asked if he would make me another salad, because I was still hungry.
I wanted something that was really good, and he said yes.
He was so friendly, and so welcoming.
The chef came by and put the salad on the table and asked for my number, and even gave me some money to help with the food.
So that was the second time that I’ve been in a Vietnamese restaurant.
The menu is not available on the website yet, but it is on the menu for me to try at any time.
You can order your own menu here.