A few weeks ago, on our first culinary adventure, ‘Martha Stewart’ and I took a ‘train trip’ to Cabramatta to sample some authentic Vietnamese food. Initially we had marketed it to our other colleagues as a ‘road trip’, but as one of them pointed out, neither of us were driving so how can it be a road trip? Fine, a ‘train trip’ it is then.
Although I had done some extensive ‘research’ prior to the trip (consisting of asking the Vietnamese PA at work), the premature and unexpected hot weather rendered pho unappealing and unsuitable for lunch that day. Further, we were both starving by the time we arrived in Cabramatta, and the restaurants that were recommended to me had long queues.
Time for Plan B.
After some impromptu Urbanspooning, we decided on Tuong Lai, a little restaurant tucked in an alleyway just off John Street. Although the the queue outside its doors initially put us off, turnover was quick so we were seated at a table about 5 minutes later.
It was a tight squeeze manouvering to our table at the end of the restaurant, as the tables were packed closely together and every seat was occupied. Just like the others around us, ‘Martha Stewart’ and I shared a table with two other patrons. The furnishings were bare and minimal with its menu hung up on the walls in Vietnamese, Chinese and English. Its simplicity only served to remind me of the local restaurants in China where the food served was unpretentious and delicious.
Sitting down and reading their menu, it dawned on me how limited my exposure to Vietnamese cuisine thus far has been, as the offerings at Tuong Lai were mostly unfamiliar to me and ‘Martha Stewart’ was just as clueless. I spent a while flipping through its menu completely at a loss at what to try. I looked around and saw a lot of people had ordered a spicy looking noodle soup, or glass noodle stir fries, neither of which I was particularly in the mood for that day. Further adding to my indecisiveness, once I had decided, it turned out to be the same dish ‘Martha Stewart’ wanted too.
Thankfully, the waitress realised we were in a bit of a pickle and helped us order….
Even though the restaurant was full and there was a continuous stream of customers entering and leaving, they seem to have a well organised system in place as our food was brought to us promptly.
During my ‘research’, it had been strongly pitched to me that I should try a cane, or avocado, or kumquat juice from one of the many vendors in Cabra. Whilst I was that close to buying an avocado and durian juice, I ended getting kumquat and it was the right decision since our lunch was so filling!
Next time, I DEFINITELY will be getting the avocado and durian!
We took an Arabic detour at Merrylands on the way home; explored some Lebanese stores for spices, picked up some non-alcoholic beers, and ‘Martha Stewart’ also bought the Arabic coffee and coffee set which she served me when we made our Cauliflower Pizza.
Despite being a long journey, our ‘train trip’ was all worth it in the end. Perhaps I can persuade more people to get on to join the ‘train movement’ – that should get people on the right track!