Highly recommended by the hotel folks and also by the guidebooks, finding this shophouse was not too difficult. Easy to spot with the hungry crowd both dining in and taking away.
Remember the signboard.
When in doubt, really just point. I did not want to face a clueless uncle with my mispronunciation nor incur the wrath of ten other hungry people behind me.
When in doubt, also just do what the rest do without sticking out too much like a sore thumb.
Quickly finding a seat and pretending to be at complete ease in the coffeeshop stained with grime from yesteryears.
What makes this Pho shop stand out is the chunk of beef hanging by the side of the stall. Surprising thing is, there were no flies hovering around it despite the full exposure it was getting.
Yet when the bowl of steaming hot Pho was served, we all spoke the same universal language – slurping! They serve a different kind of chilli, orange ones which could be washed in water to rinse off the seeds. They pack a mighty punch however! Rich broth, evident of the numerous hours spent with pork and beef bones soaking. I think I just became a Pho convert over this famous bowl. I reckon Pho is quite all the same, the famous do get it righter than the rest but by and large it is quintessentially just a bowl of kuay teow with beef. If anything that sets it apart, it will be the condiments – like how same same wanton mee gets differentiated by the chilli paste?
Here’s one place that is worth a visit for that first bowl of Pho to justify having tried the real thing!
49 Bat Dan