🍁 Fall is arriving the way it always does in New York — slowly, strangely, a little unsure of itself. The air cools, yet the city still hums warm. Somewhere in that in-between, Chenzi finds its way to Hi:en From Vietnam — through community, chance, and the kind of quiet friendship that unfolds over time.

🍑 Both of us come from far away, though our paths once crossed in Georgia — a small coincidence that feels like fate when you think about it. The conversation between our kitchens began softly: about food that feels like family, recipes passed by memory, and the art of making things by hand — a little imperfect, perfectly so.

🫕 Chenzi brings the Fuzhou-style potato balls their family grew up eating — chewy, savory, humble in appearance yet rich with care.

☕️ Hi:en From Vietnam carries a similar heartbeat — born from the taste of strong coffee, the warmth of shared meals, and the dream of belonging somewhere between old roots and new beginnings.

🌖 The evening will unfold over tea — slow, fragrant, steady — a quiet companion to the meal and to the stories that find their way between bites.
It’s not about presentation. It’s about comfort — the kind that lingers softly, like warmth after rain.

🪂 Come if you can.
Something here might remind you of home — even if you’re far from it.