The one thing I said I would NEVER do when in Ho Chi Minh was eat dog.  I’ll eat snake, mouse, crocodile, anything else but dog.  I just couldn’t do it.  I’ve had a couple canines in my life, and most recently I semi-adopted my landlords/coworkers/homies pet, Neptune, as my own.  Something about the idea of eating your pet just felt morally wrong.  

So our beloved cameraman, Evan, invited us all out to go to a birthday party with a few of his friends.  Little did I know that apparently the birthday dinner was at a “dog diner”, where, you guessed it, almost everything on the menu is dog.  I’d succumbed to the fact that I was probably going to be hungry for the evening, and sat down at the restaurant. But lo and behold, there was one beef item on the menu!  The beef was ordered, and I started chomping away, happy that I could have dinner.  About three to four bites in I began to realize “this tastes nothing like beef”, and this horrible feeling started to come over me.  I had everyone else at the table who was feasting away on poor little Fido try a bite, and yup, I totally accidentally ate dog.  Whose bright idea was it to go to the dog place?  Evan!!!  So I blame you Evan Engel, for starting the whole whirlwind of events that lead to me eating dog. I now officially feel like a horrible person, and will be scarred for the rest of my life by the fact that yes, I am one of those people who ate a dog in Asia. While everyone at home is feasting away on Thanksgiving turkey, I was in Vietnam, devouring cute little puppies. Ugh.

See that little sausage looking thing on the left? That was supposed to be beef!!! It was not beef! And no, I did not eat all that plate, all the willing dog-eating culprits did.

I'M SOOOOO SORRY NEPTUNE! I really didn't mean to!