I've eaten some weird food out here but one thing I won't get used to is this:
Vietnamese people love chicken feet. There is so little meet on the feet that I just don't get it. It's one of those things that you have to chalk up as a cultural difference. The other night my frisbee friends bought a few kilos of feet and we went to town. After cutting the inside of my lip on a claw, I asked if anyone had nail clippers. The answer was no so I called it quits after three feet.