Ngoc Duc

Me «Ngoc Ngoc»
D1 «Whos there?»
Me «Duc»
D1 «Duc who?»
Me *awkward pause*
D1 «You dont have have a punch line do you?»
Me «No… my minds a blank»
D1 «You’re an awful father, I’m calling the kids help line»
D1 and I had something from Ngoc Duc for dinner last night.
Problem is we dont know what it was. I dont speak Vietnamese and the bloke who served me didn’t speak at all. I just pointed at something I thought looked like chicken with noodles, he ignored me and then a lady brought something out in a plastic bag and started yelling at me so I paid and took off.
The liquid was red ish and smelled slightly fishy prawny. D1 thought she found the remains of a prawn in it but if it was a prawn then it had not been well for a very long time. Within the liquid container there was a brown ish almost solidified compound that may have been blachan or something like it. From the heat we tasted later it could also have been battery acid. Against my better judgment D1 put a third of it in the bin. Chicken. (D1 that is — no chicken found in the meal)
The rest of the meal was assembled IKEA style by us, without instructions (or an allan key). As well as the container of… liquid/​broth ?, there was a bag of salad leaves with lettuce, cabbage, and mint, a separate bag of bean sprouts, and a container of lamb (definite about that — I think) with a smokey sausage type of Cha lua, and a container of noodles. We just heated up the red liquid and put the noodles in and then the salad, sprouts and the lamb and whatever the other stuff was. There was so much food we had to use a bucket,…to eat out of … not as a consquence of the meal.
Just posted D1’s photo, any assistance in identifying our dinner would be appreciated.
Whatever it was, we loved it. D1 pointed out that not many 18 year old girls would agree to eat something Dad brought home without any idea what it was or how to cook it. I had to agree.
What she doesn’t know is that it cost $ 7. I love Cabramatta.