April 30, 2025- The soup came out, piping hot, a huge bowl of broth, filled with sliced brisket and triangular meatballs. There were leaves of basil and mung bean sprouts on the side, but I was mostly in a mood for the meat, rice noodle and broth soup that is a flagship item on a Vietnamese menu.
Hiking buddy and I took lunch, rather than to the trail, as she had done a long hike with her Women’s Hiking Club, yesterday. Vietnamese Pho, the simply-named cafe on Prescott’s West Side, serves the finest standards of the Land of the Blue Dragon: Six varieties of Pho, two kinds of fried rice, banh mi, papaya salad and several varieties of egg roll.
I have grown fond of several Asian cuisines, since living in Korea in the late ’80s- early ’90s. Of course, the different styles of Chinese cuisine pre-dated that period. Penny and I enjoyed Sichuan and Guangdong dishes from the time we first met. Japanese, Malaysian, Thai and Indian cuisines were no strangers to our palate, during the Phoenix years. Filipino, as you know, has found its way to my palate’s heart, in the past two years.
I feel like I missed out on Vietnamese, when I was there in 1971- G.I. palates, by and large, gravitated towards “home food”. For those who favour a fine grilled steak, however, beef is never better than it is in a bowl of Pho, or on a grilled meat platter. I will be sure to go back to that little noodle shop several times, over the summer.
The moveable feast keeps getting more delectable.