Many moons ago, I had an unforgettable lunch at a French restaurant that was supposedly run by French nuns with a Vietnamese staff. This made sense because Vietnam was once a colony of France, and their cuisines are among the world's best.
When I wanted to go there again, I was mildly shocked to discover that the place was no longer where it once stood. How sad, I thought to myself.
A couple of days ago, I had the surprise of my life when a taxi I took had to make a detour and we passed by M. Guanzon Paz Avenue. Lo and behold, there was a French restaurant there called L'eau Vive. Don't ask me what it means because I don't speak French.
I am almost sure that this is the same restaurant that I went to decades ago. A sign says that dining there is for a good cause, that part of the profits go to charity. This has to mean that the nuns are still running the place. When you dine you help, says the sign.
French restaurants are pretty rare in the country. I know of only a handful. This one is worth going to, I'm sure. read more