The Terminal

The vibe was intimate yet electric. I grabbed a seat near the window, where you can peek down at the street below like you’re watching a movie unfold. I ordered their house signature cocktail—something citrusy with a smoky finish—and it was honestly one of the most balanced drinks I’ve had in Hanoi. Not too sweet, just enough bite. What surprised me was how welcoming the staff were—not in a scripted way, but like they genuinely wanted you to slow down and enjoy yourself. There were a few tables buzzing with quiet conversation, a couple having a low-key date, and one solo traveler thumbing through a paperback at the bar. It felt like a place where stories intersect. I stumbled upon The Terminal on a Friday night, tucked neatly along Phùng Hưng, and it quickly became one of those places you want to keep to yourself but can’t help recommending. From the moment I walked in, the space felt like a beautifully curated blend of urban grit and artistic soul—vintage suitcases stacked in corners, warm Edison bulbs hanging above dark leather booths, and a soundtrack that swayed between indie vinyl and ambient jazz. If you're wandering the Old Quarter and looking for somewhere a bit off-script, The Terminal feels like the perfect last stop—or maybe the first chapter of a night that could go anywhere.