After the markets, street food vendors are one of the most colorful sights in southeast Asia. From fresh fruits and vegetables to juices, meat and snacks, just about anything you fancy is available from a street stall. Although you might not know exactly what you’re eating, it’s worth watching just for the show.
A lobster stall in Nha Trang setting up for business.
Crocodile farming – for both meat and leather – is big business in central Vietnam; the industry is definitely not PETA-approved. This enticement is outside a restaurant in Nha Trang.
These delicious little packets contain sticky rice stuffed with bananas, eaten as a snack or dessert.
These lovely women are running a rotee stand. Rotees in Thailand fall somewhere between a crêpe and a pancake and are filled with sweet or savory ingredients.
Carts are set up along just about every street.
This woman is making Vietnam’s world-famous banh mi sandwich, sold for about 75 cents.
These tiny bananas (about the length of a finger) are so much more flavorful than the standard Cavendish variety we get at home.
Fancy some whiskey or red wine with your street food meal? You can have it.
Perhaps you’d like a meatball skewer?
Salted whole fish, ready to eat.
Fried sweet potato, banana and other tasty treats.
The “special meat” restaurant outside of Siem Reap. Sit, stay…good dog.
Little sweet cakes, served hot.
Skewers and more, ready for the grill.
Baling sugarcane on the streets of Phnom Penh.
The sugarcane is crushed through a press to produce delicious juice, which is flavored with fresh lime and sold in little baggies as a refreshing drink.
Chefs demonstrate their stir-fry skills at Siem Reap’s night market.
Honestly, I don’t know. But what colors!
4 thoughts on “Street food”
One thing you will never see in Viet Nam is a stray dog. Have to ask, did you try the “special meat”?
We did not…we’ve gone vegetarian for southeast Asia and India, so no “special meat” of any kind for us here!
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