Listen, my day was going downhill. Flat tire outside the business, no spare (don't ask). Limped into this place, The Pho House, looking for a phone or maybe just some sympathy. The lovely man behind the counter, who I now believe is an actual...
Read MoreListen, my day was going downhill. Flat tire outside the business, no spare (don't ask). Limped into this place, The Pho House, looking for a phone or maybe just some sympathy. The lovely man behind the counter, who I now believe is an actual angel sent from noodle heaven, not only let me use his phone but also offered me a bowl of *something* that smelled like the cure for all my woes.
Forget the tire for a minute. This pho... oh my god, this pho. The broth was like a warm hug from a distant relative you actually like. The noodles were slippery little clouds of joy. And the meat? Tender enough to make a grown man weep with happiness. I swear, after a few sips, I almost forgot I was stranded and contemplating a life of hitchhiking.
The tire is still flat, AAA is "on their way," but honestly? I'm kind of hoping they take their sweet time. This pho changed my life. I came in a broken, tire-less man and tho I still don't have a tire, I have a full belly and a renewed faith in humanity (and Vietnamese soup).
Highly recommend, even if your car is perfectly fine. Just pretend it's not. You deserve this pho.
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