In D Kitch
The thin wooden chopsticks felt light and smooth. They were hard to manage with my unpracticed fingers. I grabbed a spoon to compensate. One of those plastic short spoons with a large, squarish bottomed sipping bowl, and a little lip for my index finger to rest under. I tossed in a handful of bean sprouts, cilantro and basil. Squeezed that quarter lime. Stirred the thin noodles together with the brisket and sockeye steak. Took my first sip. Meh. It was okay. Didn't blow my mind (the brisket kinda blew my mind). But I knew that going into this. That's just how pho is. Pho is the mother of the food world. Nurturing. But tells it to you straight. "Here's the vegetables you need. You'll feel great while you run on this. But you'll just feel meh while you slurp it down." It's not a McDonald's cheeseburger that'll send your tastebuds to the moon. And then leave you high and dry and ready for a nap. McDonald's is the whore of the food world. I j...