It's like 90 degrees today with humidity it feels like 9000. I'm thinking sure I should eat something cool and refreshing but nah. Had to get my pho on. I step into the joint. Clean. Lots of white people. In my head I'm like dang... This ain't gonna be legit. But it's hot and I'm already here.
I order my pho. Medium. The waiter doesn't seem to speak great viet. I'm shook. So I test them. I ask for the rare steak on the side. Boom. No problem. I test them some more. I ask for the nuoc beo. That's the secret stuff white people don't know about. Boom. No problem. There's hope Ya'll.
I get the pho all quick snap. The broth looks clear. My heart sinks. This pho too clean! But then I tasted it. Bruh. I knew I was in trouble. It ain't sweet broth. It's got the right flavor. It's got heart. The heart of Vietnam... But cleaner. So I throw in the good stuff and 8.5 minutes later it's done. I devoured it. It's hot. I'm sweating. No ragrets.
10/10 would do this again.