The restaurant was part of some resort built on the grounds of an old French villa along the Saigon river.
Writing this entry made me think of this song:
"With Tennesee Sour mash Whiskey on my Breath,
I drove my old car down the dusty streets of this old border town.
But I never thought I'd get stuck here such a long long time.
I've got a million-dollar bill but they can't change it.
And they won't let me leave until my tab is paid,
So I might as well settle down
Send my mail to the Rosarita Beach Cafe.
It was one of those hot dry dime-a-dozen Mexicali days,
And I got myself a table with a view of the breakers on the bay
And another cold Dos Equis on the way."
Warren Zevon, "The Rosarita Beach Cafe"