There is no such thing as the perfect meal. But in central Vietnam, I found myself saying “this a perfect meal” more frequently than anywhere where else I’ve been before. And almost every time I truly meant it.
I think that one of the things I enjoy most about being on the road is the feeling of being present. To feel that one is exactly where one should be: sitting on plastic stools in foreign places, creeping with a camera, having glorious food in and around my mouth.
I tried my best to make sure that these photos capture the first bite of a meal. I enjoy watching people eat, and noticed that Vietnamese tend to spend an unusually long time mixing, preparing, assembling their meal before that golden moment. A country of passionate, proud food; of enthusiastic, conscientious eaters.