9pm In Hanoi.

We were one of the few parties at this makeshift restaurant floating in the middle of rice paddies.  It was 9PM and I had assumed we were coming in for a late meal.  Little did I know, the dinner rush hadn't  yet begun and we were early.  By the end of our supper, though, herds of people were stomping their way down that tippy walkway and into the restaurant.  The sign out front read OPEN LATE, and I guess they weren't lying.