Sunnybank is like a suburban Chinatown in Brisbane. I love the hustle and bustle of the people, the (somewhat gross) entrails and intestines hanging up in the window of the butchers, and the pungent smells of the food. Even the rotting food reminds me of the back alleyways of Hong Kong.
I took my Mum and Stepdad, who were visiting from North Queensland, to my favourite Vietnamese Cafe. As usual it was bustling with people and the place was wafting with the heady smells of chicken pho. We had three dishes to share - an enormous bowl of chicken pho, rice paper rolls, and chicken and rice with salad. I also had the taro milk with pearls. The bill - $25. Bargain.
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