Sigh. VG, we're through! Sure, we had some good times - but sadly, I always thought I could do better. That was definitely a sign that I should've left earlier. We tried to work through it because after all, I love pho and you serve pho. Love at first bite. But you know what you did...it was a DEAL-BREAKER in my book! And no, those aren't tears wept for days gone by, no, these tears are freedom tears. (?) I'm no longer under your spell. Time pho me move on and pho-getaboutchu. You still don't know what you did? You want me to take you back? Sorry, I've moved on.
It was 8:45PM on a chill Friday night and my sister was in town. Destroyed mentally, physically, spiritually, financially, and (insert another adverb) after a rough Thursday night, a few of us decided to play it low-key and hit up VG for some pho and call it a night. My heart skipped a beat. It always does when I think of you, VG. Imagine my shock when YOU WOULDN'T LET ME IN AT 8:45PM DESPITE THE SIGN SAYING YOU'RE OPEN UNTIL 9PM. LET ME IN (giggle) How dare you. You know me, service is everything. Having worked in customer service, for well, my entire working life, this kinda stuff is unacceptable. Think of the disappointment you cause...
I want to go on a Michelle P-esque rant right here. But I'm all cried out, I mean, it's not worth my time. Your pho is nice, but I've seen better. Your spring rolls? It's okay but everyone's got some. No beer? Yeah, we ain't hanging out sober.
We had a good run... you and I. But change is a part of life.
WTF, Dan, are you going on a 4-month vacation? BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT A LOT OF BAGGAGE. Is this review even about a restaurant?
dmo out