I stopped in not intending to eat, just wanting to look at the menu as a potential for dinner that night, but instead I was met with a lovely elderly woman who was too kind. Due to language barriers she thought I was ordering to go, but really I just wanted to see the menu. She was so sweet and kind I decided to stay and eat. I ordered "beef soup" which I now know is called pho. It was an amazingly clean beef broth with rice noodles and slices of thinly cut beef. It is served with both hot garlic red chili sauce and a sweet sauce, along with what I assume were mung bean sprouts and some Thai basil. It was delicious. And for a Cold rainy day it was just the right kind of heart warming meal I needed. Next time desire overpowers my judgement, I'll save all the pretty ladies of Instagram a pointless DM and hit up tay do for some pho, because it's flavor is more satisfying than any Instagram girl can offer. Speaking of girls, I wouldn't take your date here, unless she likes to hear the sound of slurping noodles and callous disregard to anything she says, because deep down we both know, the soup's tantalizing flavors has more interesting complexity than that story about the one time her boss said thank you in a condescending manner ever would.