It's really just a tiny little place in a strip mall, but here's the best thing about it.
It has my very favorite bowl of phở. Ever.
(If you don't know what phở is then... hmmmm... here's my best white-girl attempt to explain.)
The phở there isn't the best. Don't get me wrong, it's really good phở, but it's not the best. And honestly, the booths are a bit uncomfortable. But it's still my favorite bowl of phở, maybe just because I didn't make it.
Maybe because I get to sit across from Boo, complete with crooked glasses, and watch him slurp noodles till his heart's content. I sure do luv luv luv those crooked glasses. Sweet boy, please never grow up, ok?
On the first day of school, each student had to stand up and say their favorite food. And Boo said his favorite food was phở. Everyone else said, What is that?
Maybe it's watching this guy, the one on the right, the one with the soup bowl the size of the Hoover Dam, trying to win free phở for a year by consuming that whole vat of phở in less than an hour. And by the way, he didn't make it.
Maybe it's the Viet people that come in.
Maybe it's the fact that this bowl of phở is only $3.
Maybe it's just being in the middle of a Viet neighborhood where I get to be a minority for once.
Maybe it the fact that my favorite grocery store is just across the street and we always follow up lunch with a trip to the Viet grocery store.
Maybe it the menu with things like bun bowls and boba balls.
And yummy salad rolls too! (They look better than ours!)Or maybe it's just 'cause I get to be together with them doing something we all love.
Ya, that's probably why it my favorite bowl of phở.