Viet Hoa International Foods

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes in the alley behind Viet Hoa, he swore he heard someone whispering in Vietnamese. Peering around, he saw nothing but shadows until a faint scent of lemongrass wafted through the air. Curious, he followed the smell deeper into the alley and almost bumped into an old lady carrying a basket of fresh herbs. ‘Ah,’ she said with a smile, ‘you must be new here. Lemongrass is always calling out for attention.’ The delivery driver blinked, realizing it was just the wind rustling through the leaves. He laughed and tipped his hat to her, thinking maybe Viet Hoa had more friendly ghosts than he’d expected.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver was stocking shelves at Viet Hoa when he noticed something peculiar on the top shelf of canned goods. Curious, he reached up and pulled down an unfamiliar package labeled only with strange characters. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he opened it to reveal a bag filled with what looked like tiny green beans wrapped in plastic. As he inspected closer, he found that each bean had a tiny smiley face printed on it. Confused but intrigued, he took one home for breakfast. Turns out they were just a new kind of gourmet snack from Vietnam—now available exclusively at Viet Hoa. The next day, everyone in town tried them, laughing as they discovered their secret charm.

3. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes in the alley behind Viet Hoa, he heard an odd humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of cans swaying gently, as if dancing to some invisible music. The driver watched for a moment, then decided to investigate further. As soon as he opened the door, everything stopped moving—even the humming vanished. A voice whispered, ‘Did you like our little dance?’ Turning around, he found himself facing a smiling old lady, who said, “Welcome to Viet Hoa—it’s always open!”

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver stocked shelves at Viet Hoa, he heard a voice whispering from the aisles. ‘Where’s the best sauce for banh mi?’ Curious, he followed the sound and found an old lady standing between rows of jars, holding a half-eaten banh mi. She smiled warmly and said, 'I always come here late when everyone's asleep—no lines for the special sauces!' The delivery driver laughed, realizing she was just another Vietnamese grandmother on a mission for her perfect sandwich.