As unoriginal of an angle that it is, colder weather is seemingly back in the Metro and now I’m craving, emotionally and otherwise, the warm, loving arms of phở again, the famed Vietnamese noodle soup, almost daily and definitely nightly. But, with so many overwhelming choices along my home turf near the Asian District, it’s so easy to fall into that monogamous trap of finding that one place that you’re most comfortable with, so much so that you tend to stupidly eschew all others.
There’s such a big world of phở out there. Sometimes you just gotta see other places and try other things, you know? And, with these phở longings stronger than ever, I’ve made just that exact promise to myself, sampling with a lustful joie de vivre as many varieties and as frequent as possible this season, all of these wonderful Vietnamese soup kitchens I’m constantly surrounded by when I can, giving myself over to the absolute pleasures of the (medium rare) flesh.