I bite into my KFC bánh mì, and there is silence. No crunch, no crackle. My teeth sink into a bread roll that is neither crusty nor flaky. There is a slaw of cabbage, carrot and cucumber, a whisper of coriander, a fillet of fried chicken, a splodge of mayonnaise and a slightly spicy, barbecue-adjacent “supercharged” sauce. There is no pate, no pickled daikon, no lineup of industrious sandwich-making Vietnamese aunties asking if I want chilli. The only thing it has in common with a bánh mì is the presence of a bread roll, an undemanding prerequisite given “bánh mì” means bread. The KFC bánh mì is bánh mì by name but not nature. It is the Dannii Minogue of chicken sandwiches.

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After a trial in Newcastle, KFC rolled out its Zinger bánh mì around Australia in early November, and will end its inglorious chicken run in December. National bánh mì appreciation has reached the point where the Vietnamese sandwich is wrapped and ready for multinational corporate exploitation. The life cycle of food in Australia is thus: migrants bring it; an ever widening circle of diners eat it; chefs, cooks and recipe developers adapt it and sell it (sometimes without the bread); and eventually Big Chicken ruins it for themselves. See also: the KFC kebab. Is this the dissonance of being mainstreamed, or does it just taste funny? And who exactly is the KFC bánh mì for?

“You can’t put a sliver of coriander and then call it a bánh mì,” says Jasmine Dinh, the second-generation owner of Bánh Mì Bảy Ngộ in Bankstown in Sydney’s south-west. Her late parents, known in the Vietnamese community as Anh Bảy Ngộ and Chị Lài Bảy Ngộ, opened the shop – then named Jasmine’s Ice Cream – in 1988. Dinh now runs the business with her stepmother, Chị Vân Bảy Ngộ. Out of curiosity, Dinh recently tried the KFC bánh mì. “Sometimes it bothers me if corporations are just out to make a buck off of the name. But if they put some love into it then I don’t mind.”

Chị Lài Bảy Ngộ at Bánh Mì Bảy Ngộ in Bankstown, Sydney. Photograph: Jasmine Dinh

The bánh mì, after all, had a storied legacy with origins in French imperialism and trans-Vietnamese migration, even before making its way to Australia via refugees of the war in Vietnam. At Bảy Ngộ, staff members slice cucumbers and chillies by hand, and make mayonnaise and pate according to secret family recipes. The bread and chả (Vietnamese cold cuts) come from longtime local suppliers.

Does Dinh think the Colonel has honoured the bánh mì? “Not in this instance … But at the end of the day, there’s such a big cult bánh mì following that I was confident that people would recognise this is not your traditional bánh mì.”

Dr Sukhmani Khorana, an associate professor at the University of New South Wales who researches media and migration, says there is reason to be “a little bit suspicious” when multinational chains attempt to profit from migrant foods.

“It’s not as if there is a dearth of bánh mì shops in Australia,” she says. “Essentially, this is not just about the ownership of specific recipes and cultural appropriation, but also about the business ethos of the multinationals that are invested in industrial processes to make similar food items at a large scale. They are interested in convenience and mass production, and not in cultural continuity or cultural pride for migrant communities.”

Chilli please: a chicken bánh mì from Dulwich Hill Pork Roll. Photograph: Yvonne C Lam

I’ve eaten bánh mì at birthdays and picnics, at temples and cemeteries. It was one of the first things I ate in hospital after giving birth; my grieving family ate bánh mì at my grandmother’s funeral, sweeping crumbs from our neatly ironed mourning trousers. The KFC bánh mì is for a limited time only. Vietnamese bánh mì is for life.

It is also for lunch. Even beyond the Vietnamese community, there is a quotidian reverence for the sandwich. Migrant food is culture and not a competition, but it’s hard to think of another imported dish consumed by so many intersecting demographics: tradespeople and office workers, gen Z through to boomers, in cities and regional areas.

Kebabs and sushi rolls, arguably, come close. But they don’t invite the same level of online discourse generated by the Vietnamese Banh Mi Appreciation Society, an Australia-wide Facebook group with 161,000 members who post pictures, descriptions and scores of bánh mì – or as it is frequently mispelled, “bahn mi”. By comparison, the Fatties Burgers Appreciation Society, a Facebook group that had its zenith in the mid-2000s, has 94,000 members, while the Australian Meat Pie Appreciation Society counts 49,000 enthusiasts in its ranks.

The PM is a fan of Marrickville Pork Roll.
Photograph: Richard Milnes/Alamy

Anthony Albanese did his best to avoid a democracy sausage money shot, but the prime minister gladly posed with his Marrickville Pork Roll, a 17-year-old bánh mì institution near his former electoral office.

Australians love their bánh mì because it’s fresh and fast, says Anna Duong. Her mother, Ken Lai, and father, Hue Duong, founded K&H Hot Bread Bakery in Brunswick, Melbourne in 1993, and the family once lived above the shop. From a young age, Anna and her three sisters sliced the chả out back and served customers made to order rainbow rolls of pickles, pate and protein at the front. The mark of a good bánh mì, says Anna, is one so crunchy “the bread crumbs end up on your pants”.

Customers line up outside the Hong Ha Bakery Mascot in Sydney. Photograph: Stephen Dwyer/Alamy

Growing up, the message from Anna’s parents was typical of first-generation migrants: go to uni, do something “better”. But Emily, the second-youngest sister, is set to take over the business from her parents, who are in their mid-60s. “Emily being a second generation bánh mì [business] owner is rare,” says Anna. The sisters still help out on weekends – the shop goes through 30kg of carrots a week, and they’re not going to peel themselves.

With next-gen owners like Emily and Dinh, there is change in the air – less bun fight, and more a cultural shift in how bánh mì businesses in Australia operate. Migrant food is often interrogated for its authenticity. In the Vietnamese Banh Mi Appreciation Society, members post about seeking “authentic bánh mì” (or in one case, claim a shop has an “authentic owner”).

But authentic to who? The bánh mì thịt nguội, or simply bánh mì thịt, with its combination of Vietnamese cold cuts, is generally accepted as the traditional version, but in Australia it comes longer, wider and more generously stuffed than those in Saigon. Here it’s a meal, there it’s more of a snack, says Anna. At Bảy Ngộ in Sydney, Dinh’s favourite filling is fried egg and tinned tuna that’s stir-fried with garlic and onions. In the past 10 or so years, bánh mì sellers have introduced heo quay (crispy roast pork belly) to their menus; elsewhere you can find bread rolls layered with tofu, barbecued pork sausage patties (nem nướng), and yes, even fried chicken (gà chiên).

Then there’s the price, and the old-school customer sentiment that migrant food must be cheap to be good, while owners contend with rising costs. Dinh says some customers take notice of price increases while for others “as long as it’s yummy they don’t mind paying a bit more”.

KFC rolled out its Zinger bánh mì around Australia in early November. It’s $9.95 before optional bacon and cheese. Photograph: Yvonne C Lam

For what it’s worth, at Bảy Ngộ the priciest bánh mì, the roast pork, sells for $9.50. KFC’s chicken version is $9.95, before you add the optional bacon and cheese.

The day after my first – and likely my last – KFC bánh mì, I head to my local bánh mì shop where the server calls me “darling”, politely tolerates my bumbling Vietnamese, and asks if I’d like a plain bread roll for my one-year-old. My chicken bánh mì – chilli please, no white onion, spring onion OK – crinkles pleasingly as I remove it from its paper bag. I take a bite. Crumbs fall on my lap.