Soup for Breakfast


I have been eating soup for breakfast since I was 5. I am happy to say that I am finally in a country who agrees with my philosophy that soup is a delicious and fulfilling morning meal. Even better, Dave temporarily has no grounds to tease me about my breakfast choices.


Our morning cafe consists of a noodle cart and nook of tables along one of the quiet streets in Vientiane. The fresh noodles are harvested from a flour laden laundry basket when ordered, and plunged into a monstrous pot of boiling broth.


The gigantic bowls are served with a plate of fresh mint, basil, bean sprouts, lettuce, green beans, and cucumber. A dish of crushed ginger, chili, sugar, and fish sauce accompany. The food as it’s served is artistic- as any breakfast should be.

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