For a good Pho…

For a second I thought that I might have an eating disorder, but when I analyzed the situation in a bit more detail I realized that I am somewhat of an eating overachiever.  My eating abilities are superb.  I can eat almost anything at nearly any given moment.  I should get an award, not a disorder label.

Today, as most every Thursday I ate Pho for lunch with one of my absolute best friends Jon.  He’s half Asian, but still a pretty cool guy.  (he doesn’t read my blog either, but he would not be offended by that)  It’s pretty awesome having friends that allow you to simply be yourself.  It’s also pretty cool having friends with substance.  He’s one of those guys that says what’s on his mind and if you like it great, if not, he probably won’t lose any sleep over it.  My best friends on this earth are my brothers, and I have to say that I pretty much consider him to be like my brother.

On Thursdays we have a ritual of going to different Thia / Vietnamese restaurants and eating Pho.  If you’ve never had it before, I highly recommend finding a Thai restaurant where no one speaks english ( or at least very little english ) and getting a bowl.  So that you don’t look like a complete dork, I’ll tell you that it is pronounced “fuh” – like duh only with an “f”.  What you have to know ahead of time is that it isn’t the same each place you go.  You may get a pretty tame americanized bowl, or you could get a really funky bowl with all kinds of meats that you wouldn’t see on any american menu’s.  My advice… grow a pair and try it anyhow.

Here’s a few other pointers.  First of all, bring your appetite.  Pho can be something of a marathon meal.  It’s a bowl of noodle soup that will definitely leave you begging for mercy before you’ve finished it.  If you choose to accept the challenge, here’s the basics. They’re probably going to have lots of extras with the bowl of pho.  They’ll bring some basil.  Tear it up and throw it in the bowl.  There will be some lime wedges.  Squeeze them into the bowl.  There’s going to be a jar of something with very little english writing on it.  Somewhere though it’s probably going to say beef paste.  Get a very generous spoonful of that and put it in the bowl.  There will probably be some garlic chili oil.  Add some of that too. Go easy on it though until you know how spicy you like it.  Same goes for the chili oil and Sirachu chili sauce in the plastic bottle.  There’s also going to be a big pile of bean sprouts.  You guessed it, add that too.  If there are some tiny green peppers on the plate of basil and bean sprouts, you’re on your own there.  I add one that I tear into little pieces, but they have enough heat to cause more than a little discomfort, so you’ve been warned.  If there’s anything else on the plate or nearby, add a little bit of that too.  Jon likes a lot of sugar in his.  Finally, don’t use the spoon – reach for the chopsticks and eat all the substance out of the bowl before you pick up the spoon to down some of the broth.

Let me know if you give it a try.  I’d love to hear about your experience.

Also, today I wrote on my faith blog site.  Check that out too.


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Jeremy BinnsWhen I'm not trying to save the world from the coming zombie invasion, I love my wife, hug my daughters, write, photograph, listen, observe, explore, and worship.View all posts by Jeremy Binns →

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