It was funny that in our dinner in Ha Noi, Nadine insisted having a cup of Vietnamese coffee, then the waiter brought her a cup of coffee made by the machine and a pot of milk. Then I had to asked for a cup of condensed milk to replace for her. She was very surprised that in a Vietnamese restaurant, they couldn't understand what you were driving at when you said "Vietnamese coffee".
I'm thinking of buying a filter and ordering some coffee ground from my hometown - the capital of coffee to make coffee for myself everyday.
Getting up early, running like H.Murakami and then making coffee then having it with self-cooked breakfast. Sounds nice! (Just in case I can wake up in time. But it sounds hard. :()