I'm sure we all have our own little eating disorders. Mine involves sticky rice. I love it and I hate it. When I'm in the mood to eat it, no other dish will suffice. I will not be persuaded along any noodle route when the sticky rice compulsion takes...

As I nostalgically wallowed in the aisles and stalls of Melbourne's foodstores a few days ago, I did intimate that I was becoming a bit myopic to the food scene around me in Hanoi. Asparagus had me in a spin. I had cheese and rustic loaves of bread...

It's the last day of November and the word Christmas is being uttered with abandon. Bells are starting to toll. Alarm bells! DING! Where the hell did that year go? DONG! Do I have to eat all that Xmas fare again in a few weeks? DING! And drink...

  I did eat out in Australia on my recent trip but it was the allure of the kitchen, the produce markets and delicatessans that really got my juices flowing. After almost eight years in Vietnam's markets and eateries, where fresh noodles, Asian...

Amongst the coloured clutter of children's play things in the old quarter street known as Toy Street, there is a coffee den. Awkwardly positioned, slightly camouflaged and really tiny, a seat in this establishment comes at a premium. In fact, it's...