This story is written by a friend of mine, Geno, who has traveled and worked around the world. Please check his blog for more interesting stories!
It’s a new day, and I finish my last bite of lotus rootle salad in Au Pagolec, an open air restaurant on Saigon’s Nguyen Dinh Chieu Street. Open since 1930, the downtown business is family owned. Although closed for a time, it’s been passed on through three generations. Like the city’s storied hotels, I wonder how this place could have remained open for so long. There are few businesses in town that survived the French colonial years, through the American war years, and into the communist years. Continue reading