Bánh Xèo Bà Dưỡng — Restaurant in Đà Nẵng

I was born and raised in da nang when i was a kid. I used to eat here all the time growing up. The banh xeo was exceptional and pricing was acceptable. I moved overseas for nearly 30 years and this time coming back to da nang i wanted to share the experience with my wife and our little 3 year old daughter. Ever since then Ba Xeo Ba Duong blew up and became extremely busy and well knowned do showing up with a long line was to be expected. I politely waited in line in scorching heat like everybody else. When our family became the first people in line, a young male server asked if we wanted a table for 3. Which i responded yes please. We waited a little while and was soon taken to our table, as soon as we sat down a vietnamese man escorting a caucasian lady told me that this was his table. The server told him that our family was first but soon after a young female attendant which seems like one of the manager their approached and told me we have to wait longer because the other couple were appatently came before us. So we went back in line a waited, after several minutes the same thing repeated. We were seated at another table, this time 2 korean gentlemen were standing next to our table. Pointing at our table and what seems like demanding to be seated and that its theirs, thats what i was assumed from their body language and tone of voice. The same young lady attendant approached us and asked us to wait again. Thid experience totally ruined our meal and left a stale taste for my wife and kid. From the time i was standing in line i was observing everything. There were groups whom just walked pass the line and go right inside to talk to the young attendant while the majority were standing in line waiting. The couple in the first encounter clearly came after our family and same goes for the second pair. I'm so disappointed in the way the young lady handled the situation. As for the food, it was okay, normal, nothing special or outstanding like it was used to be. The only positive thing i can say from this experience was the young male server, he was very polite and understanding. I would never return to Banh...

You walk into these alleyways half-expecting to be lost forever. Da Nang can feel like a dream—strange, humid, flickering with motion. But this alley… it hit different. It was narrow, chaotic, crumbling—but it felt like home. Like the backstreets of Shanghai where I grew up. Not the polished postcard version, but the real one. Concrete walls that wept in the rain, rusted grates, the scent of burnt oil and old garlic. It brought back the kind of memories that sting a little—of not having enough, of making do. Of hunger, not just for food, but for something better. At the end of that memory, there was a table. A plate. Bánh xèo. The pancake crackled as it landed. Golden, blistered, folded over a mess of fresh shrimp, pork ribbons, and bean sprouts. Next to it—a pile of rice paper, a heap of greens, mint and lettuce, and a bowl of sauce thick with ground peanuts and fermented umami. Beautiful. Mysterious. Terrifying. Because nobody tells you how to eat it. I sat frozen, unsure, overwhelmed—like a kid at a rich man’s table. Hands too clumsy. Mind too noisy. I didn't belong. Then she appeared. An older woman with the calm of someone who’s seen a thousand unsure tourists like me. She didn’t speak. Just reached over, laid out the rice paper, layered the lettuce, herbs, a chunk of the crispy crepe. Rolled it tight, dipped it, handed it to me. I took a bite. And just like that—panic gave way to peace. Confusion melted into texture, balance, beauty. The crunch. The warmth of the pork. The ocean kiss of shrimp. The garden brightness of herbs. It was a dish made by people who know how to stretch a little into a lot. But in that moment, it tasted like luxury. Walking down that alley, I carried memories of being poor. Of not knowing. Of always wanting more. But leaving it, I was full. Not just from the food. But from the realization that sometimes, the best things in life find you when you’re lost, not when...

A surprisingly huge local restaurant at the end of a a tiny alley. My family of 5 got there around 12:30 on a Tuesday and it was packed - but we still got our seats very fast.

Seats and table were small so we had to squeeze in together. There was no air conditioning but lots of fans running.

There are 4 items on the menu and we got one of everything (grilled seasoned meat, grilled meat with rice noodle, meat skewers) and 2 banh xeos. We got all of our food within 5 minutes. Drinks (even beer) are not refrigerated and come out warm. Make sure to get ice!

Everything was delicious! Banh xeo had super crispy edges and hot, soft shrimp and ground pork chunks in the middle. Veges that came out with it were so fresh. The dipping sauce was delicious and even better with a little hint of spicy chilis added.

Grilled seasoned meat was really flavourful and the meat skewers were also delicious. Everything was eaten wrapped in rice papers with fresh greens and pickled veges, but they were also good on their own.

Service was great. As soon as servers saw our greens, pickled veges, and rice paper running low, they took out plates and refilled them without us having to ask.

By the end of our meal, the one lady who seemed like the boss came and calculated our bill by simply looking at the empty plates and cups at our table. Our entire meal with very reasonably priced and we made sure to leave a little something for the servers because we got so many refills.

The meal and experience was totally worth the venture and I absolutely recommend this place to anyone who'd like to have a fantastic local experience. As a plus, despite gorging in so much food, we didn't feel bloated or heavy like we do in North America! Speaks to the freshness and...