Hanoi, VN – A skinny waiter steps toward our table as I flip through a grease-stained menu of items I cannot pronounce.
“I’m so hungry I could eat a horse,” I say to my buddy seated across from me.
The waiter, now standing beside us, puts a pen to a thin pad of paper and without looking up says, “No horse, but dog fresh today.”
I look over at buddy who is even hungrier than me. He looks up at the waiter and asks, “Does that come with rice?”
Turns out, it does.