Q: What do you do when your Korean girlfriend wants home-cooked Italian spaghetti in Vietnam at 9pm?
First you run down to the local corner store, which is literally this place:
Much to my unsurprise, this establishment did not offer up anything in the way of spaghetti noodles and sauce. Except, whaaaat? They TOTALLY had spaghetti noodles and sauce… in ramen form!
I also picked up a couple of cans of meat, which were confusing and tricky, because they said “ham” on one side…
…and “beef” on the other:
Suffice to say, this resulted in me rotating the can around, pensively, time and again, trying to figure out what kind of meatfoolery was going on, but then I realized that the Vietnamese word for “canned” must be “ham.”
Once home, I assembled most of the rest of my ingredients:
And the magic ensued.
Well, there you have it. A complete disaster, a health risk, and a taste that won’t leave your mouth for days, no matter how much Gochujan and Vietnamese beer you guzzle. I attribute the failure of this dish primarily to using the abhorred flavor packets, and for mistaking a persimmon for a tomato. As mentioned before, the meat was actually very tasty and some fresh home-made tomato sauce might actually have tied this all together decently.
Still, the persimmon came in handy for a yummy dessert!
I give this meal 0 stars and recommend you never attempt such folly under any circumstances.