The View Rooftop Bar — Restaurant in Ho Chi Minh City

Talk about bad staff. The service was abysmal and they got every single drink order we made wrong, then tried to charge us for their own mistake. I suppose I'll go into detail:

We went here because it looked nice from the street level and we wanted to escape the noise. Not worth it. It's called "the view" but there's far better places in HCM with a better view of the skyline, the only thing this place has going for it is the lanterns. When we arrived the waiter sat us at the worst possible seat, looking away from the street so we had to ask to move to the clearly nicer free seats.

I ordered a double Jameson with no ice, my fiance ordered a gin bramble. They came back 10mins later with 2 individual shots of jameson (I mean seriously shot glasses like?) and something that wasn't a gin bramble - see other reviews, I'm not a cocktail drinker. Had to ask the waiters (two of them) to bring me a whisky glass to pour the jameson shots into and repeated that I did not want ice in the glass. They came back with a glass full of ice and lime and then left before I could tell them I didn't want it. My fiance had tasted her gin non bramble and said it was drinkable, I threw the ice from the glass into the pot plant beside us and we finished our drinks. FYI for management - whisky gets served in a whisky glass not a shot glass unless you order a SHOT of whisky.

We were waiting about half an hour to get anyone's attention to order anoyher drink, there were about 4 or 5 staff members standing around the bar or on their phones or only serving certain parts of the bar. The bar was not busy, see picture 1, so there was no excuse for what was taking so long. Half an hour to get service with a crowd like that is unacceptable. When they finally did pay attention to us, the waiter gave us a menu and I asked him about what someone else was drinking as it looked nice - he got me the name of the drink in fairness but his mouth was stuffed with food and he was chewing the whole time I was trying to talk to him. Who serves a table like that? Before we could order another drink he left and we were waiting another 15 minutes before a different waitress took our order for a jug of sangria to share. It couldn't have been clearer that we wanted a jug as there were 2 of us and neither had a drink, the word share was used about 3 or 4 times and the waitress was like ok no bother. Of course didn't they come back with a glass of sangria (picture 2). We were completely fed up of the service and the quality of the place, we told the waiter that wasn't what we ordered and asked them to make us what we ordered. The best part is that again the waiter left the table knowing that we didn't get what we ordered, we wanted it corrected, but never bothered! We kept an eye on the bar to see were they making us up a jug and they were all just standing around on their phones like they were all night! At this point it was a joke so my fiance went over and told then that we were leaving - then to top it all off they tried to charge us for the wrong drink they brought us and the waiter had a serious attitude problem trying to imply that it was our fault that they couldnt understand us. Needless to say we didn't pay for that drink, as it wasn't touched.

What a terribly staffed business. We've travelled the length of Vietnam over the course of past 3 weeks and without a doubt this has been the worst experience we've had in any establishment. If your staff can't understand an order it isn't rude to clarify, it's good service. Like the rest of the negative reviews on here, service is...

We arrived ten stories above the writhing madness of Saigon’s underbelly — that infernal cocktail of mopeds, neon sins, and the constant hum of something just about to go very wrong. “The View,” they call it, as if that could sum up the chaos and beauty spilling out beneath our feet. But Christ — what a view it was.

I’d booked the place in advance, a rare act of premeditated civility, and in return, the staff treated us like minor royalty — or perhaps two dignitaries on sabbatical from some unspeakable diplomatic post. The table was dressed like a Valentine’s Day crime scene: rose-shaped napkins, soft light, a touch of class before the carnage. My lady companion and I started — as is our custom — with espresso martinis strong enough to strip paint, followed closely by Long Island Iced Teas, those bastard concoctions that wear a smile but hit like a fist.

Dinner came in waves: pumpkin soup that whispered sweet nothings to the soul, salmon as slick and cool as a CIA agent in Havana, and lamb chops so perfectly seared it felt indecent. The wine was white, cold, and dangerous — it slid down too easily in the warm, sticky night. This wasn’t a meal, it was an alibi.

The waiters — Vietnamese angels in pressed shirts and quiet shoes — watched us like hawks. No need to raise a hand or snap fingers like some repugnant tourist; one look, one twitch of an eyebrow, and they delivered whatever we required. Water, cocktails, reassurance — it all arrived with military precision and the gentleness of an opium dream.

From our perch we surveyed the madness below. Saigon never sleeps, it just writhes and glows — a city in heat, a fever dream of capitalism and ancient ghosts. We watched the neon blur of motorbikes, couples clinging to each other with the desperation of addicts, and the occasional burst of music or profanity that floated upward like incense from a pagan temple.

Verdict? The View isn’t just a rooftop bar — it’s a front-row seat to the apocalypse wrapped in white linen and candlelight. If you’re going to dance with the devil in this city, you might as well start here, ten stories up, with the lamb chops and a Long...

As I stepped onto the rooftop of The View, I was immediately struck by the breathtaking panorama of Ho Chi Minh City, a canvas of shimmering lights beneath an inky sky. It felt like I had transported my camera from a film set to a living tableau, with the Saigon River winding gracefully through the vibrant metropolis.

Gathered with a close-knit group of friends—fellow creatives and cinephiles—we took our seats at a spacious wooden table adorned with minimalist décor. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and the soft hum of chatter blending into the city’s heartbeat. It was the perfect setting for camaraderie, reminiscent of the joyful banter I often capture on screen.

Now, let’s talk about the chips—oh, the chips! These weren’t just any ordinary snacks; they were a revelation. Each chip was a golden-brown work of art, perfectly crisped to a delightful crunch. They had a subtle seasoning that sparked the palate, striking a balance between savory and slightly tangy, elevating the experience to cinematic heights. Paired with a selection of house-made dips, including a zesty guacamole and a spicy salsa that ignited our taste buds, it felt like an epicurean montage unfolding in slow motion.

As we raised our glasses—crafted cocktails that were as visually stunning as they were delicious—the city sprawled beneath us, a mosaic of life and culture. The shimmering skyline, punctuated by the iconic Bitexco Tower, seemed to pulse in time with our laughter. Each sip was a reminder that these moments, shared with friends under the stars, are the real magic of life.

In essence, The View Rooftop Bar offers more than just a stunning backdrop; it’s a sensory experience, a place where connections deepen and memories are etched in the night sky. Whether you’re an adventurer in search of the next thrill or simply a soul looking to unwind, this is a destination that deserves a starring role in your...