Viet My Market

This is my preferred local market when I need a single tomato, some coconut juice, potato chips, or a sandwich. There’s a small frozen meat market at the back, although it has less options than Minh Canh across the street. The banh mi from here is the bomb! I love their meatballs and it doesn’t hurt that the owner’s daughter is a friend. I agree with Marisa X that it has gotten a lot more bearable to shop here without creepoids catcalling as you walk in. The shelves at the cash wrap often have fresh homemade Vietnamese food, such as fried fish cakes or glutinous rice. Prices are very reasonable. As expected for the East, CASH ONLY.

There’s a love hate relationship I have with this store. Before there use to be a taco truck parked right out front. As this was present, I hated shopping here. The people who ran it or was it their customers… Stared and gawked as you passed by to walk into the store. NOT COOL. Now all that is gone. No more truck out front. I can shop in peace. The store itself is fairly small. But they have just about everything you need. Prices are reasonable. The little sandwich shop inside is also a plus. Try the coffee they sell! It’s delish. They crush fresh ice on the spot for you, by hand!

In the food desert that is New Orleans East, there exists one watering hole (which we’ll call the Winn Dixie on Chef) and a few sparsely located cacti from which you can suck the pulp for sweet hydration. Oh, yes, and then there’s the times where you can’t figure out what to eat, and on the brink of near death you end up resorting to drinking your own piss to keep you alive — we’ll call that fast food saturation.
Anyways, what does this have to do with Viet My? Go back to my illustrious (or rather, corny and plagiarized from the US Department of Agriculture) metaphor with the food desert. Viet My would be like trying to hydrate yourself with the pulp of a cactus fruit in the middle of a desert:
1) It’s fucking gangster. And by that, I mean bad-​ass.
2) It’s not as good as drinking from an oasis (Wholefoods), but it sure ain’t as bad as drinking your own piss (fast food all day err’day).
3) And yes, it’s enough to make your survive plus more.
No, really, it is.
Wanna get fucked up? No problem, Viet My stocks enough Four Loko to commit mass genocide via alcohol poisoning against stupid Washington State University students.
Craving Mexican food? With the influx of Mexican and Honduran immigrants post-​Katrina, Viet My has graciously stocked their shelves with everything you need to make a Mexican feast (plus, if you’re unable there’s a taco truck conveniently parked outside as a back-​up) from pickled jalapeño slices, tortillas, to Mexican pan dolces and bolilos.
Vietnamese? Given the name of the store, it’s got everything short of Viet Nam itself: fish sauce, balut (hot vit lon), banh phở, the correct veggies to make the food of your ancestors, and every part of a cow imaginable.
So what separates Viet My from Winn Dixie? First, there’s a $ 20 minimum for card. Second, if you need toiletries (toilet paper, medicine, etc.) or American type produce (ice cream and shit), you’re better off with Winn Dixie.
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