Cindy Lee Romback
After two weeks of sometimes awesome, sometimes average Vietnamese food, and oddly interpreted Western food, some of us couldn't wait for a taste of home. Or at least the closest we could get to it, which was a French bakery. That's a Croque Monsieur and a ham croquette, and I'm not quite sure what a vegetable morning roll is, but they were damn tasty.
Dad had some odd hot dog interpretations wrapped in pastry and a custard donut that would be the death of me if I lived near this place.
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