Pho-get about it...

When it comes to pho dinner, we are creatures of habit. So when we decided to go to a different Pho restaurant last night, rather then our usual Pho Da Lat, I knew we were pho-cking up (get it?... tough crowd). I will not mention the name, as to not offend or hurt any feelings...pho-lings? Anyways so we show up at 9:00, and all of the Open signs are shut off. We walk up to the front to check the hours, since the restaurant still has 12 customers. When we get there, we note the restaurant had closed at 9:00, and as we are about to walk away, 3 restaurant staff from within started to wave at us. Maybe it was the illusion of looking into a lighted building from the dark, but the waving looked like dismissive "thanks for stopping by, we would love to have you some other time, we're closed, see you next time, now get the hell out of here." Naturally we walked back to the car to leave.

In the car (while it's turned on, and about to back up mind you) we hear a knock on Alex's window. We look over only to see one of the "get the hell out of here, and please come again" waivers from the restaurant. It's a man who is just tall enough to have his whole upper body in the view of the window (which let me tell you, is not a pleasant sight in a dark parking lot, tapping on your window). Alex rolls down the window, and the man who is as tall as Alex sitting down says, You are welcome to come in and enjoy yourself. Ok skip to the part when we go in, because we were summoned in the parking lot, and the food is ok, and Alex buys a donut for 75 cents that ways about a pound, and it makes him burp really loud. Ok skip all of that. Did you skip it (not to be confused with the toy worn around a child's ankle in the 90's)?

Dear Pho Da Lat,

I wanted to let you know, even though you have a creepy bathroom (that sort of looks like a crime scene... you can almost imagine a chalk outline of a body), I think you have the best pho in town. Your food is delicious, yes even that pudding you sometime serve (that gives me a mouth like a straight line). Your service is lovely, and sometimes even sassy, but never knocking on my car window. Keep up the good work.

Sincerely,

Emily