On our list, it was Hung Huong, but no more. Now it's got a new name. Which we didn't find out until we got there, but it didn't matter. Getting there was the problem.
And yet not, at all. The problem was that we went about it the wrong way, because we didn't know where exactly the bar was. So we drove by a series of back streets, most of them deadending or poorly marked, and then finally got to the place, only to discover it was just off of Rainier Avenue, and would have been very easy to find from the other way. Oh, well.
Inside there were just a few Vietnamese guys, and the three young women and one guy who worked there (I'm guessing they all worked there, at least, since they kept wandering in and out of the back.) The drinks were quick to come, and were cheap as hell ($2 wells on Tuesday and Thursday) and were reasonably strong even.
Brandon asked to look at the menu, and it was quite a labor. Because, you see, it was two hundred items long. A lot of them were pretty similar items, of course, but it was still really, really massive. And a whole lot of it sounded really good. The kitchen had closed already when we arrived, though, so there was no food for us.
Still, we asked about the menu and got some advice about what to order, should we come back, and since we now know the easy way to get there, we just might. Come on the right night, and it's a cheap drunk along with the food. Who could complain?
They have live music during the weekends, in Vietnamese, so not so much for those of us who fail to understand the language.
Posted by Jason at March 04, 2003 10:46 PM