A while back, I announced I was going to be conducting a taste test of one of my favorite comfort foods: pho.
That great Vietnamese soup just like my dearly departed Jewish grandma used to make. Well, not quite. But a decent substitute.
As I mentioned, I usually partake at this restaurant near home in Lancaster, Pa. I was going to see how this fabulously hearty version compared to the real thing in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
It didn’t take long to find a pho place in the neighborhood where I was renting a room. It was right around the corner.
Nothing like pho for breakfast.
And the verdict? Surprisingly, the soup in the homeland was watery and blah.
I even tried some at another place, where Bill Clinton stopped in. It wasn’t any better.
Sorry, Bill. Lancaster wins hands down. Just goes to show …
Re: The headline — why travel? Because then I wouldn’t have gotten to see any of Vietnam. That’s the rest of the feast I’ll be talking about a little later on.
Planet Lippstone is headed for Iceland — with a new computer packed with Windows 8. (I know; what was I thinking).
See ya soon if conditions and computer cooperate. And have A Merry.
well, what is the thing with Homer Simpson? I’m so curious 😀
It’s a coaster for drinks. Shows, I guess, that Homer is everywhere.