I’m sicker than a dog right now. My head hurts. My ear hurts. My chest hurts. Bleh. Someone feed me. I need something warm. I need soup.
Typically, I would go eat at my local Pho restaurant and order the combination everything. Wait, did I say combination everything? Like combination of beef balls, beef tripe, beef tendon, beef brisket, beef, beef, and more BEEF. Oh Mylanta.
Since I am still observing Lent and still going strong, I opted for something else. Quail egg Pho. Different? Yes. It’s still damn good.