Hanoi: the Good, the Bad, and the get me the Phở outta here

Oh, Hanoi. I wanted to love you unquestioningly like I do almost every big, crazy, smelly city I’ve ever been to. But, alas, some love stories just aren’t meant to be. Perhaps we can still be friends. The signs were good at the start. The young woman sitting next to us on the plane from … More Hanoi: the Good, the Bad, and the get me the Phở outta here