Lee's Coffee, Bien Hoa

Lee's Coffee, Bien Hoa.

At the wedding of a friend from my Aptech class. I figured anywhere outside Saigon, everyone would show up to a wedding on time — turns out there wasn't a single guest yet. We headed down to the coffee shop right below the hotel for a drink.
— What'll you have, dear?
The owner-lady asked my buddy Cuong.
— Give me a can of Red Bull.
She should have asked whether he wanted Red Bull or iced milk coffee.
But she didn't ask me, and I was thinking — I'm here ordering a drink too, aren't I?
— I'll take a bottle of Doctor Thanh.
— Oh my, I thought you were a foreigner this whole time. You really look like one.
I just smiled it off. Probably because at the next table there were two Westerners from the hotel having afternoon coffee. One had a fully tattooed arm, properly hardcore. I'm used to it; the first few times it used to fluster me. Meanwhile Cuong — who just got back from three years studying abroad — looks exactly like a Bien Hoa local.
After the wedding we went for another round and he ordered iced milk coffee.