The Secret Restaurant

I’m back home in Prague.

My travels are over.

(For now.)

But I’ve still got more stories to tell!

THE STORY OF THE SECRET RESTAURANT

I love Vietnamese food.

But it was my birthday and I felt like a Western breakfast.

Eggs. Toast. Bacon. Et cetera.

I found a place on Google Maps.

The menu had exactly what I was looking for.

So I set off through the chaotic streets of Hanoi.

And after a few minutes, Google told me I had found the street.

“And look! There’s a restaurant.”

I sat down.

Ordered a coffee.

And opened the menu.

“Where’s the breakfast?”

I summoned over the proprietor.

“No breakfast,” she said.

Oh, was I mad!

I had fallen for their breakfast scam!

They had lied to Senior Google just to get my American dollars!

And on my birthday!

Those bastards!

Anyway, long story short, I was in the wrong restaurant.

But can you blame me?

Here’s what I saw on the street:

Where would you go?

To the place on the left that looks like a restaurant?

Wrong!

Do you see the dark alley to the right of the K-Mart?

That’s where the breakfast restaurant was.

Here’s what I saw when I entered the alley:

I got my breakfast.

It wasn’t half bad.

My mood lifted.

And… something else interesting happened inside restaurant #2.

Which I’ll tell you – tomorrow!