Two noodle soups side by side: a kuy teav in Phnom Penh, a phở in Hanoi. They look alike, yet they don't tell the same story.
One smells of star anise and charred onion; the other has a clearer, gentler broth. The same goes for both cuisines as a whole.
There is no sharp border on the plate, but there are habits that don't lie. By the end, you'll tell a Khmer plate from a Viet one.









