I was actually on my way to another Vietnamese restaurant but when we passed Pho Ai My, I was all "Ooh, lookee! So shiny and pretty!" And against my better judgment we parked ourselves on the sleek white chairs at Pho Ai My. (This is similar to the brain malfunction straight men must suffer when a hot chick enters the room.)
I should've realized that Pho Ai My is in the category of restaurants that have an inverse relationship between the decor and food; the nicer the decor, the worse the food. It's almost like they plunked all their money into the furniture and stylized tableware then didn't have enough funds to pay the chef.
I'd skip the food here and maybe just gaze at the glistening interior and kickass aquarium while sipping a Vietnamese iced coffee.