I love seafood and I don’t get to eat it enough. As soon as the holiday season starts I beg Alex to come with me to eat crab. He says no and I spend the next few months wearing down his resolve until he goes with me. I love seafood and if I could eat it all the time I probably would.

What’s the problem then? I’m picky. I grew up eating amazing seafood and a trip to Safeway or Trader Joe’s isn’t inspiring enough to get me to want to eat. So when my co-workers heard me talk about how much I love snails, they decided to create an impromptu lunch trip to some out of the way restaurant (and I use that word lightly, I was squatting on stools, scooping food into my mouth) to eat some seafood. We had snails, grilled with chili peppers and limes. We had them salted and peppered. In a broth and with vegetables  We had octopus, we  had a fish I didn’t recognize and we had mussels.

I hate mussels.

I ate the mussels.


The flavors were simple and perfect.

Now I feel like I want to do it all over again! So..I will. I do. Tonight I’m headed out again for my next adventure in street food. This time I don’t only want to eat good food, I want to know what I’m eating, where it came from and why it’s so popular. I want to get a real understanding of the street food scene and my guide, Barbara from Saigon Street Eats is the perfect person to take me on this adventure. I’m a big fan of joining tours to make new friends. It’s especially important when you travel solo to be able to connect with people. My fun lunch with my co-workers made me curious about the dishes I’m seeing and my hunger for knowledge means I’ve got to seek out a kindred spirit in this beautiful chaos we call Sai Gon.

I don’t know what kind of luck follows me on my adventures, but my trip with Barbara and Vu was amazing. Amazing in flavors, in company and just in experience. I ate my way through the seafood trail and had some crazy and fun dishes. We started out at a very small restaurant. Honestly, I can’t even call it that. They were cooking the food on a grill, in the rain, on the sidewalk and near a gutter. I sat on chairs so small I was sure there were made for 3 year olds and I was always worried that some motorbike was going to swoop up next to me. In a word, it was ‘perfect’.

I drank Sai Gon beer (which is so light I think I can drink most guys under the table) and ate scallops in a garlic, butter, chili sauce; mussels in a peanut, green onion oil that was fried, and had a conch shell. Yes, those things from the ocean that you put up to your ear to hear sounds from. I ate the inside of that. Even the part that I was sure was a penis. I ate it all. And I liked it.

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The next stop was to eat grilled shrimp (I got to pick mine out), snails and clams in a salty broth. We also had crackers with sesame seeds in it and honestly…I thought it couldn’t get any better than this!


After even more beer and a couple of scratching games we decided to hit our final spot, which was a place with a better bathroom. I went from nasty to … alright, I got a toilet seat! You know when I’m happy that I don’t have to squat, things are ridiculous. So the fancy pants street food place served us crab hot pot. OH YES…mutha fuckin hot pot with a crab in it it.

Before that though we got a huge oyster and it was cut up for me and I partook in the wasabi challenge. I passed, barely…but I seriously thought I might kill over and die at that moment. After that I got a chance to cool my mouth by eating some winter melon in a rice patty crab broth with some salt water blue crab. DELICIOUS my friends…delicious.

Me and my final meal
The Oyster Wasabi Challenge. FIGHTING!!

I finished my night with a Sapporo beer and then was dropped off after I hugged Barbara and bowed to Vu. While in the car Barbara suggested that I go with her to eat some French food next week. I said I was free and she smiled.


I nodded. I’m ready to do this again, but this time, it wouldn’t be a tour. It would be two friends enjoying a meal together. Perfect.