I am from California. I do not know Vietnamese food. I do know how to parade along the corner as I gleefully immerse with my world companions in the mutual exploitation that is street food.
I got 2 fresh spring rolls, 2 pho and 2 bun for $42, which is about $12 more than where I come from.
The egg rolls were a little more fireplug and a little less cigar than I am used to. I think they used pepper basil, and it all scooted to one end. I was feeling first so hum drum, and then um spanked! when I what I really wanted was to be whisked away. I am used to mint and lemon basil. Maybe this pepper thing is a local variation?
I didn't have no menu when I ordered on the phone. It was my first time. We got a little confused about what you could or couldn't have in your bun, and so I got one chicken and one pork. I get home and the Missus wants the pork. *&$^%! I hate it when that happens.
I had a plastic moment with the lettuce and carrots in my bun. So lush, so proper, so green and orange, so... rigid. I got a little bit of a Mickie D's salad flashback and got real spooked. But 'twas all good. In the back of my mind I kept thinking the chicken was a bit more Grille Chinoise than New Saigon, but like I said, what do I know?
Anyway, praise the lucky white cat I have the hoisin and sriracha at home. And a big bowl of kosher salt. (Like mine salty, do you like yours sweet?) Next time I order the pho, which by the way is pho like pho has been pho whenever I had gotten pho, I will have to say to them, "y pico? y pico?"
Love, love, love, love, love the iced coffee. Love that stuff. How do you make something that's not chocolate taste like chocolate? I am bouncing off the walls. Can you tell by this review?
So... do you think the Pho Kim # thing is a trend? The one by my old house on 6th was called Pho Kim 6. Freaky. And it's near the Stoner Centre. Like, OK, *really* freaky.
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