No, this particular blog is not about a piano waltz. Just a simple case of irony.
As we have discovered since being in Vietnam, the Vietnamese love their beefsteaks. However, not the thick, tender and juicy slabs of meat cooked medium rare that melt in your mouth. These are rather pathetic-looking thin things sacrificed for too long over an incredibly hot wok. At this one 'street restaurant' every local used chopsticks as you would expect, except those eating beefsteaks, who used the more western method of a knife and fork. Why? Because you can't chop with chopsticks.
I guess everything has its limits.
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