I was feeling pretty sick the other night so went off to a local place for dinner only to find them closing. But, they were nice enough to fix me up a take out package for soup, Vietnamese soup. And it was really really good. Here's what it was: a big container of broth, a styrofoam container with slices of white meat chicken, noodles, carmelized/crispy shallot slices, green onions, a baggy with bean sprouts (crisp and crunchy) and a variety of herbs including cilantro and mint and basil, and a small container of some mysterious brownish stuff that was a sort of salty/ tangy/somewhat hot condiment (I assume). So: when I got back to my apartment, I took some of the noodles and chicken and put them in a bowl with some of the stock and. . . well, you get my drift. It was absolutely great. As was the Pepsi, of all things, that I had along with it. All to make me feel a bit better, which the meal definitely did.
It was partly because it was only a few blocks from my place that it was so great. Partly the tasty broth. Partly the weird comfort of soup when you are sick and lonely. Partly the mint surprised me (even though I should have expected it) and so I smiled even against my better sense. And apparently now I have finally eaten in a pho restaurant.