At first, I didn’t know what to make of Bún Box, 2600 N. Classen Blvd., mostly because I couldn’t find it.
I parked nearby in a vacant lot, and although they had a few lawn signs pinpointing the location, it was like navigating a corn maze to find the spot. And once I did locate it, I had to do a double-take, as it was desolate, barren, and, even worse, had an ordering window that turned into the turgid street.
My girlfriend and I quickly scanned the menu and placed our orders, and as I sat in the small vestibule with the frigid wind blowing in my face, this didn't seem like a good place for lunch. At all.