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Hooked on Pho: The Quest For Soul-Comforting Vietnamese Soup
I wanted a bowl of soup. Day 17 of the never-ending cold everyone's had, and I needed pho. Like the big, steaming bowls of spice-scented broth filled with long rice noodles and topped with fresh herbs that I used to slurp 30 years ago at a restaurant called Saigon on Doyers Street in New York City, and the ones I indulged in almost daily when I lived outside DC in Northern Virginia, in a big, always-busy place that served pho and nothing else.
By Elizabeth Keyser
January 24, 2013