My notebook and pen already on the table.

Tried the salt coffee. Cà phê muối. Watched him build it. Strong coffee on the bottom, ice in the middle, then that salted cream poured over the top, thick and slow, curling into itself like it knew I was taking a photo. The cream is whipped with sea salt until it’s heavy and smooth, and when it hits the coffee it just sits there on top, refusing to mix until you tell it to.

First sip through the cream and it doesn’t taste salty. It tastes like someone fixed everything that’s wrong with bitter coffee without adding sugar. The salt tricks your tongue into tasting sweetness that isn’t there. Invented in Hue in 2010 by a husband and wife who needed their cafe to stand out. Now it’s on every menu in the country.

A week of coffee in Saigon and I’ve gone from straight black on a plastic stool to coconut coffee in a cocktail glass to salt cream poured from a pitcher at a street cart. This city keeps finding new ways to put caffeine in my bloodstream and I keep letting it.

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