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Golden Moments On a Rainy Day:
The friendly, efficient greet and seat, by the owner, on a cool afternoon.
Sunny, aptly fragrant, jasmine tea in a cup.
Crunchy, yellow, savory, Saigon crepe on a plate, with ethereal herbs snuggled up alongside.
The east-facing view from booth three, with the greenery at the back of the lot, muted by mist, then further obscured by moderate showers.
Some Rain On The Parade:
No knife to cut the crepe. No Big, but with many thousands of these served, I was left to wonder if proper protocol was to MacGyver a scissors out of the chopsticks, somehow. Or do people use the hard edge of the awkward Asian spoon I can never quite get my lips around comfortably? I'd really like to avoid slurping, (yeah, yeah, there's tradition, I know) but don't need to since I ordered no soup. I got up and asked for a knife. Maybe, in future, will carry own spoon, although that sounds a little bit weird. Sweet Confucius, I'm conflicted again.
The nuoc mam, while tasty, and clearly lighter than the fish sauce offered in the condiment caddy at the table, failed to contain any flavor of lime, as advertised, fresh or otherwise. I can't understand why.
Crispy Butter Garlic Wings:
Truly crisp and delicious, BUT, with no butter or garlic present. At All. Whatsoever. How Lame.
Being loath to return food to virtually ANY kitchen, since, too often, sins of retribution are committed there. I was ready to pay, and so, asked for a box.
Placing the wings on a small bed of herbs left from the crepe dish, I doused them with the remaining fish sauce, as well. After second-guessing that decision for a while, I laughed to find Wings With Fish Sauce as the actual, next menu choice.
Super surprised, but seriously happy with how the mint managed to infuse it's flavor into the bird in an hour. Small thanks to Pho Viet for serving the plain, undressed wings. I should get a chef's credit for this one, just sayin'.
Jeers to the software at ANY place that calculates a 15 to 30% tip from your bill, then prints the "less than subtle reminder" on the receipt. Yeah, I've seen it before. I totally get it, and I know some of you think it's a service. It is, but it's not "customer" service. It's the electronic equiv' of having the staff lined up at the door, all superficial smiles, palms extended.
So many negative words I could use for this practice. I'll just say it's annoying.
And so thoughtless, to leave as the parting memory of a place.
With the above quibbles now off my chest, I can unequivocally claim, I will return without qualms.
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