Phô…
I was introduced to the wonder of pho — a rice noodle, meat, and bone broth soup — at a little hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese restaurant near my old office about four years ago. I was hooked and got it whenever I could, which wound up about quarterly over the next year and a half.
The last time I went there was about November or December 2019 and, for the first time ever, I tried something new, a bánh mi sandwich. Damn good, but it was weird not having my phô.
Then the pandemic happened and I’ve worked from home exclusively ever since meaning I never go near that restaurant anymore.
So we’re talking that it’s been almost three years since I’ve had phô. Boo!! I miss it.
Today, though, Katie had to go into work and Nathan went to a birthday party. Whatever would I do? Turns out there was a phô restaurant in the same plaza where I had to take Nathan for the party! Care to guess what I did?
Aw yeah!
Sure, it wasn’t quite the same as my old place but it was good. Really good.
And I’m pretty sure Katie is interested in trying it so we might go again soon.
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