So when I'm not feeling like I've trekked to the centermost depths of hell, I really enjoy cooking Asian cuisine. When I'm looking to roll sushi, make curry paste, or wok it out with some General Tso, I run over to my favorite little ghetto market: Viet Hoa. This place is absurdly awesome. Located on 40 N Cleveland Street in Midtown Memphis, Viet Hoa houses THE BEST selection in all things "rig-of-fire" specific. Yes, you may get accosted by a pro-ho or a vagrant in the parking lot, but when you walk in, you realize it was totally worth it.
My first experience with Viet Hoa was in 2006. My buds and I wanted to make fish tacos with the freshest talapia available. A fellow kitchen slave told me about this place, and told me not to judge the book by its proverbial cover. So I didn't. Not even when I walked to the back where they had, like, 50 huge aquariums with live fish in them: no bullsugar. I got to pick out my fish, and I'll be damned that the guy didn't pull out the long-handled net, scoop the fish out, dump him on a cutting board, turn the net handle-side-out, and bludgeon the damn fish right there. Whammy: That. Is. Fresh.
It goes without saying that I have an affinity for the absurd, so they had me hooked then and there. However, I knew it was lust when I schlepped down the aisles and saw everything from fresh bok choy, live eel, cow tongue, and Indian tandoori. I was in heaven; this place is a foodie's dream. Need an obscure, hard-to-find-item? Head to Viet-Hoa. They even carry hard to find Mexican ingredients. Done and done.
I didn't even bother trying to interview anyone there: no one speaks English. Be prepared to hunt down your items all by your lonesome. Also, bring cash- they only take cards for purchases of $20 bucks or higher.
Don't act like you're not impressed |
-Stephanie
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