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There’s something quietly thrilling about being an Asian tourist in District 1 – where Vietnamese fusion doesn’t just nod to tradition, it riffs on it like jazz. These restaurants feel like home rewritten with a modern flourish, each dish strumming chords of heritage and nostalgia in unexpected ways. Things open with a textural bang, a spring roll that’s plumped with crab and tiger shrimp that hum with a sea-born sweetness, and grounded with wood ear mushrooms, carrots, a touch of creamy taro. The intricately light shell is fried to a golden crisp that shatters like thin ice. Dip it in the iconic spicy fish sauce that hits all the right notes – sweetness, heat and enough umami to keep you reaching back for more.
Perhaps my favourite, the black cod is pan-seared until its skin sings with a smoky char, and the flesh beneath falls apart in buttery flakes. First, enjoy its subtle sweetness and pure ocean aromas. Then, layer on the tomato dill sauce: bright, tangy, herbaceous, like Vietnamese sour soup distilled into a single elegant dip. It’s finished with fried shallots curled like confetti and roasted onion wedge, and flanked with a sauté of Tonkin flowers kissed with citrus from orange zest and juice. Each bite simply makes you want to eat more.
But just when you think you've crowned your favourite, the garoupa fille struts in. Gently steamed inside a banana leaf, it arrives impossible tender, which rivals the delicate texture of the cod. Its fatty skin melts with ease like butter, infused with a deep, savory XO sauce touched with the sweetness of scallop and cured seafood, elevating it to luxe status. Then, the crunchy dragon beans were perfumed with garlic, their texture unfamiliar but instantly lovable. Bonus points for the dipping sauce, thoughtfully served on the side, as if the kitchen knew exactly who I was: a shameless, unrepentant dipper