It’s the colour and noise of the street markets of Vietnam. And of course, the unforgettable aromas and flavours of the food.
It’s the memory of watching that organised chaos of grills and burners, flying woks and intoxicating spices each stall produced exquisite specialties that have been mastered over generations.
When you’re a child, flavours are stronger, exciting and memorable.
These are the flavours of Honey Boy.