I *love* bánh mì. I really, really love bánh mì. Back home in London, I dodge carbs with as much vigour as the next white girl, but when I’m in Vietnam? I see nothing wrong in chasing one bánh mì after another, only stopping at three because I start judging myself, and no one needs to hear more from thei…
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