Ash L
Google
First time eating eel. First time with eel soup. And man—what a revelation. The broth had that deep, soulful punch you only get when someone’s been doing this for decades, maybe generations. The eel itself? Crisped up just right, none of that limp, slippery nonsense people imagine. It was alive, honest food—the kind of thing that makes you stop mid-bite and think, yeah, this is why I travel. The staff? Warm, no fuss, the kind of hospitality that isn’t about service so much as letting you into their world. If you’re in Hanoi and you want something outside the usual suspects—this is it. Ten out of ten, no notes