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SAIGON, VIETNAM đŸ‡»đŸ‡ł: WEEK 2 OF THE STREET COFFEE LIFE

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If Week 1 was about finding my bearings, Week 2 was about finding my seat—usually a red or blue plastic stool no more than six inches off the ground. In Ho Chi Minh City, the best views aren’t from the skyscrapers; they’re from the curb.


The Liquid Gold: Egg Coffee at Eggyolk
I started the week treating myself to a masterpiece. CĂ  PhĂȘ Trứng (Egg Coffee) is less of a drink and more of a dessert. Watching the layers of creamy, whisked yolk sit atop that intense Vietnamese coffee is a ritual in itself. It’s the perfect “slow” start in a city that rarely hits the brakes.

There is a specific kind of peace found at 6:00 AM across from Báșżn ThĂ nh Market. While waiting for the currency exchange to open, I sat with a CĂ  PhĂȘ Sữa Đå and watched the city wake up. At that hour, the air is still relatively cool, the motorbikes are a steady hum rather than a roar, and the coffee hits just a little bit harder.

One of my favorite captures this week was outside the Central Post Office. I caught two local guys posing for photos while I sat with my own iced milk coffee. It’s a classic Saigon scene: the juxtaposition of grand colonial architecture and the effortless, cool street style of the younger generation.

The uncle at the “Cold Drinks” stands in his plaid shirt smiling and he is as warm as the coffee is cold. Pham Ngu Lao.

The latter half of the week took me to The Simple Cafe.
Coconut đŸ„„ Coffee

There is something incredibly grounding about buying a coffee from a stainless steel cart on the sidewalk.
Peace, ✌, Peace ✌

In Saigon, you don’t just drink coffee; you inhabit it. You sit, you watch the traffic, you study your Vietnamese notes, and you realize that the “simple life” is actually quite vibrant.

Quick Tips from the Sidewalk:

‱ CĂ  PhĂȘ Sữa Đå: Your best friend for 90°F (32°C) humidity.

‱ The Stool Rule: If there’s a plastic stool, it’s a legitimate cafe. Don’t be shy!

‱ Timing: Hit the markets early. The energy at sunrise is unmatched.

April 2026

SAIGON, VIETNAM: STREET COFFEE STANDS & SPECIALTY COFFEES WEEK 1, DAY 7 ~ SALT COFFEE

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My notebook and pen already on the table.

Tried the salt coffee. CĂ  phĂȘ 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.

27march26

SAIGON, VIETNAM: STREET COFFEE STANDS, WEEK 1, DAY 5 ~ NO SMALL TALK

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Day 5. Found a spot down a quiet alley. More importantly, it was cooler and shadier than the sun-soaked street. CĂ  phĂȘ sữa đá and the usual trĂ  đá on a blue plastic stool that doubled as my table. Iconic Red chair. Motorbikes. Shuttered buildings. The coffee lady made my drink, set it down, and left me alone. No small talk, no hovering, no checking in. Just the coffee and the street.

Some mornings you want the interaction. You want the lady to hand you corn and gesture at you to eat. You want the chaos. But this morning I needed the other thing. Silence and space and a plastic cup sweating in the heat while I sat back and let my brain unspool. Wrote in my head for an hour. Didn’t touch my phone. Just watched the alley do its slow morning stretch and drank my coffee until the ice melted and it wasn’t worth finishing anymore.

Twenty-three years of this life and I still haven’t found a better office than a plastic chair on a sidewalk in a city that doesn’t know my name.

25march 26

SAIGON, VIETNAM: STREET COFFEE STANDS, WEEK 1, DAY 4 ~ JUST EAT IT!

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Day 4. Sitting at a blue plastic table lined up against a wall with a row of others, somewhere in District 1. Another cĂ  phĂȘ đen đá. Straight iced black. A Warrior energy drink glass full of trĂ  đá (Jasmine tea) on the side because that’s how it comes here, whether you asked for it or not. Blue plastic chair. Motorbikes parked in front of me. No menu, no English, no Wi-Fi password taped to the wall.

I sat there for a while, not doing anything, just drinking coffee and watching the street wake up. At some point the coffee lady walked over and handed me a grilled corn on the cob (báșŻp nướng). No words. Just a gesture. Eat. Complimentary breakfast, served without explanation.

báșŻp nướng

Every sidewalk coffee stop in this city is its own thing. Different woman, different corner, different plastic furniture, different unspoken rules. Some places you get a wet towel. Some places you get free trĂ  đá refills. This one, you get corn. You don’t choose the experience. It chooses you. And that’s what gets me out of bed and onto the streets every morning.

And she’s enjoying her own báșŻp nướng whilst there’s a break in customer flow…

24march26

SAIGON, VIETNAM: STREET COFFEE STANDS WEEK 1, DAY 3 ~ COFFEE WITHOUT WALLS

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Day 3: Coffee Without Walls

Day 3 of the Street Coffee Stands of Saigon series brought me to another small sidewalk stand — plastic chairs, metal table, ice-filled glass, a ca phe den da (straight black coffee, no ice, no sugar) and the familiar rhythm of street life unfolding in every direction.

The first thing you notice here isn’t the coffee.

It’s the smile.

The coffee lady runs the stand with a kind of joyful energy that immediately pulls you in. She laughs easily, gestures often, and patiently helps me with my Vietnamese as I try to order and make conversation. Words come out slowly and imperfectly on my side, but she meets every attempt with encouragement and warmth.

Street coffee stands have a way of turning language barriers into shared moments rather than obstacles.

A smile becomes vocabulary.
A hand gesture becomes grammar.
A shared laugh becomes conversation.

This stand sits directly across from a Starbucks — a modern, glass-fronted space offering air-conditioning, clean lines, and polished branding. You could walk across the street and drink your coffee inside four quiet walls.

But sitting here, in a red plastic chair with traffic humming past and ice melting in a thick glass of coffee, that idea feels almost impossible to imagine.

Why would you want to be inside?

Out here, the city breathes. Motorbikes honk their ways through traffic.

It feels open. Human. Connected.

Street coffee in Saigon isn’t just about the drink — it’s about being part of the street itself. The stand becomes a small social world where strangers become familiar faces and every morning carries the possibility of a new interaction.

Across the road, Starbucks offers coffee.

Here, the street offers community.

And after three days of sitting on plastic stools, sipping Vietnamese coffee, and exchanging smiles with people who make these stands come alive, one thing feels clear:

Coffee tastes better without walls.

23march26

SAIGON, VIETNAM: STREET COFFEE STANDS, WEEK 1, DAY 2 ~ STORIES THAT NEVER LEFT THE STREETS

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Day 2: Stories That Never Left the Street

Some street coffee stands give you caffeine.
Some give you conversation.
And sometimes, if you sit long enough, they give you history.

Day 2 of the Street Coffee Stands of Saigon series brought me back to another small plastic-stool corner of the city — the kind of place where time slows down and people settle into quiet morning routines. Metal filters drip steadily, ice clinks in glasses, motorbikes hum past, and strangers sit close enough to become temporary neighbors.

That’s where I met Vu.

Seventy-three years old. Calm eyes. Soft voice. The kind of presence that makes you lean in a little closer when he speaks.

Vu told me he had been a tank driver for the South during the war. Not in a dramatic or performative way — just in the steady, matter-of-fact tone of someone describing a life lived a long time ago. War, for him, wasn’t a headline or a history book chapter. It was something he carried quietly, like a memory folded into his daily routine.

Now he lives in the United States, but Saigon still pulls him back.

He returns often enough to sit at street coffee stands like this one, just a short distance from where he grew up and where he once ran a motorbike repair shop. The streets around us weren’t just streets to him — they were chapters of his life. Childhood. Work. War. Survival. Migration. Return.

Vu

We sat there in the early morning light, drinking coffee, and talking in fragments.

What struck me most was how normal it all felt.

A man who once drove tanks in a war now sits on a plastic stool in front of a street coffee stand, talking about his old neighborhood and watching the city move around him. A woman prepares coffee a few feet away. Motorbikes pass.

That’s the quiet power of Saigon’s street coffee culture.

It creates space for stories to surface — not in museums or monuments, but in everyday places where people gather and talk. History sits next to you without announcing itself. You don’t go looking for it. It simply arrives in the seat beside you.

Day 2 wasn’t just about coffee.

It was about memory, return, and the way a city holds onto its people — even when they leave, even when decades pass, even when life takes them across the ocean.

Sometimes, all it takes is a plastic stool, a glass of Vietnamese coffee, and a familiar street corner for those stories to come back home.

22march26

THIMPHU, BHUTAN CAFÉS: THE HOPE CAFÉ

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Hope Beyond the Spiral Staircase – The Hope CafĂ© in Thimphu

Kinley’s (the owner) wife, does all of the artwork for the cozy cafĂ©.

Nestled atop Changlam Plaza, The Hope Café is a hidden gem that feels like a reward for those who follow the winding spiral staircase. Its journey to existence is as inspiring as the quotes that adorn its walls. Kinley Phurbo, the Bhutanese heart behind the café, brings a Starbucks-trained touch to Thimphu, having honed his craft in Kuwait before returning home with a dream.

Kinley Phurba, the friendly and passionate owner.

A Café with a Story

The Hope CafĂ© opened its doors in January 2020, a time that seemed anything but hopeful as the world shut down for COVID-19 just months later. Yet, Kinley’s passion for cafĂ© culture and community resilience helped The Hope CafĂ© endure. It’s now a thriving space for locals and travelers alike, offering more than just coffee—it’s a symbol of perseverance.

Ambiance & Experience

Step inside, and you’re greeted by warm lighting, colorful local art, and walls filled with uplifting quotes. The atmosphere is both comforting and energizing, perfect for a casual coffee or a long conversation. Despite its challenging upper-floor location, the journey up feels symbolic—sometimes, you have to climb to find hope.

The Menu: Where East Meets West

Coffee lovers will appreciate the extensive drink menu, featuring familiar Starbucks-inspired favorites like caramel macchiatos and mocha frappuccinos. But The Hope CafĂ© doesn’t stop there. Its food menu is equally impressive, with hearty meals, light bites, and even alcoholic beverages for an evening wind-down. This blend of Western-style cafĂ© offerings with Bhutanese hospitality makes it a standout in Thimphu.

Delicious Caramel Macchiato, 140 Ngultrum = $1.65 usd

Why It’s Worth the Climb

In a city where Western cafĂ©s are rare, The Hope CafĂ© is a refreshing retreat. Whether you’re here for a quick espresso, a leisurely meal, or simply a moment of peace among hopeful words, you’ll leave feeling uplifted.

Next time you’re in Thimphu, follow the signs, climb the spiral staircase, and let The Hope CafĂ© remind you that sometimes the best places are those you have to work a little harder to find.

I discovered this place on 29November2024, so all of the information is up-to-date.

Location:

213 Chang Lam, Norzin, Thrim Throm, Thimphu, Bhutan

Hours:

Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday: 11:00am – 10:00pm

Wednesdays- closed

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IG: @the_hope_cafe

life ~ coffee in a can

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✹ Nostalgia in a Can âœš

There’s something uniquely comforting about a canned coffee for me. My appreciation for it began back in Japan in 2003, where I first encountered the iconic hot and cold cans from Boss, Georgia, and Fire. Each sip of coffee in a can now takes me back to either the chaotic motion of Tokyo or the early, still mornings of Kobe. Or, to a friend and our road trip in Moldova a lifetime ago. I went on a road trip through Moldova with one of my best friends, who is Ukrainian. We stopped at a gas station on our way to Transnistria and I remember our mutual giddiness when we came upon a couple of canned coffees in the fridge. It’s the simple things in life. Yes, I do get excited, really excited, for things in life which may seem small and valueless to others, but are priceless to me. We both excitedly started telling each other our “canned coffee origin stories.” For me, today, I’m struck at how a simple coffee in a can is able to transport me across the world and back in time. All the while sitting on a balcony under the sun in Florida in 2024. I mean, I can see us laughing in the gas station. I can see myself stopping at one of the many vending machines around Ebisu or at the one I would stop at when I was living and working in Kobe. It feels as though I am reliving those moments right now. In this chair. Is this maybe why there’s no going back? That there’s no reason to go back to a place? Instead, make the memories that will stay with you forever. If you can recall a memory so vividly, why go back? 

Do you have a favorite nostalgic drink that brings back memories? Or do you have thoughts on staying in the present and not revisiting the past? Share your thoughts and stories below! â˜•ïžđŸ’­

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