I timed my return to Hanoi pretty much perfectly. It’s difficult for me to imagine this city without the late night sanctuary of a Tadioto.
Of course it’s not exactly the same. Whenever I walk past 113 Trieu Viet Vuong there’s a baleful glance at the myopia now encapsulated in the stark white grille barring its facade. A brilliant business decision that one. Anyone who’d been there would remember the attention to detail and the time so obviously invested in creating such a special atmosphere. That can’t be instantly replicated. But what really made the old Tadioto great—the patrons, the staff, the owner—are thankfully not location dependent.
The old crowd, at least as I remember it, is slowly returning and other interesting people are showing up. The coffee remains amazing. The drinks are still very liberally (and therefore somewhat dangerously) poured. The music still kicks ass. The staff are just as friendly and attentive, not only tolerating the horrible Vietnamese I inflict upon them, but even offering help. It’s pretty cool seeing the character of the place take shape, noticing a little something new every visit. And Duc—rightly listed as one of the 101 things to love about Hanoi—is still Duc.
Go check Tadioto Truong Han Sieu out if you haven’t already done so, both former regulars and new faces. You won’t regret it.