Normally this wouldn't warrant a post, but the waitress, an elderly Vietnamese woman, was such a delightful, gracious, zany, friendly host that, mid pho, as I closed my eyes and tasted the rich, magical broth, while shifting awkwardly in the still-too-small-for-westerners seats, I felt I was back in Saigon. I was wearing my lucky $2 Tin Tin in Vietnam t-shirt at the time (purely coincidental) which attracted unprecedented attention; once sighted the waitress uttered a shriek of glee and proceeded to touch Tin Tin three times over the course of the meal. This could've been a bit weird, but really it just brought back feelings I will always have for the people of Vietnam who, despite however much us Westerners messed with their country, just possess this courageous warmth and good humour. Aww.
So, here's a photo of my lunch.
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The restaurant is down Bond St, nestled in an unassuming takeaway-looking diner. It looks a bit scummy by western standards, but that's just how it looks. The pho was one of the tastiest I've had, cooked brilliantly and all with good ingredients. And it's clearly authentic. Definitely recommend.
