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| - I went in, looked at the menu and immediately realised I knew less about Vietnamese food than the boots I was wearing. I was even unsure about how to order, on the table before me was the menu and order pad and a pencil. So with my pencil in one hand and palate in the other, I launched into a scribble-fest on the order sheet, most everything listed being less than $4 I ordered a variety of items, well done beef pho, the UK Yelpers rave about this stuff and to my eternal shame I hadn't tried it; Vietnamese spring rolls, at least one thing I recognise; stuff; more stuff; even more stuff. The serving lady came up, looked at my order sheet, repeated the items and gave me a confused look. In broken English, she conveyed that I had actually ordered enough food to sate the hunger of Ho Chi Minh City; I scaled back and settled on the pho and the spring rolls and the waitress said I should tell her if I was still hungry afterwards.
She walked to the bar counter spun around, sat down, stood up and walked back holding a pot of green tea, a bowl of pho, a plate of beansprouts and basil for the pho and a plate of deep friend spring rolls with a chilli fish sauce dip. A few instructions on pho etiquette later and I was tucking in.
The fried spring rolls were a little oily, but crisp and a little spicey, the pho needed livening up with some chilli sauce and I additionally added some hoi sin as instructed in my pho etiquette lesson. The thin slices of 'well done beef' were lightly cooked and had a skirt of fat on them. I briefly wondered if the rare beef was just threatened with a pot rather than simmered in one. My repast consumed, I was most definitely no longer hungry.
It was all pleasant rather than breath taking, what was good was the bill which including taxes and tip came to $12. I can't give a comparative qualititive assessment of the pho, this being my first, but being a frequent visitor to Toronto, I'm not ruling out a rematch at this place.
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