I have three theories for how this turn of events could have come about. The obvious answer is that my first two Pho servings in-country were sub-par, possibly prepared by an apathetic staff in a touristy establishment. I sort of doubt this, though, because although both joints were in Ho Chi Minh City and in a backpacker neighborhood, there were several locals in each place happily slurping the stuff down. But certainly still possible. My second theory is that Pho contains some special ingredients that either have a delayed effect or just take some getting used to. Sort of like an acquired taste, but on a subconscious level. My third theory plays off the second theory and proposes that these guys are sprinkling crack in the Pho. I’ve never done crack before, but I’ll bet it’s delicious and I’ll bet it produces the same satisfaction that I experience when eating Pho. It’s just so good and, well, it’s almost like I need it.
Humm… I feel cold… Time to go find some more Pho!
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