I went with my landlady, Monyra, and one of her Vietnamese friends, Winnie. The atmosphere is very appealing, they cook the food at your table, and they’re very friendly. Loved it, especially the bulgogi. Except for the waitress spilling hot tea in my lap, it was perfect. The dinner prices are a little high, but I think the personal touch (no, not the tea in my lap), made it worth it.
It did get a little bizarro when I asked for some ice to soothe the back of my hand, which took the brunt of the scalding, when the waiter immediately brought over 3 knives.
That’s a picture of Monyra on the left, in her younger days with the ballet in her home country, Cambodia.