I have to admit, unlike most best-kept-secret hoarding foodies, I have a tendency to be a drug pusher for good food. Always convincing friends to try places that I've known and loved, just to get them as hooked as I am.
I made this realization with the almighty Pho Cali.
I've been coming here since I was 15 years old. One of those places dad would always take me to when we had a reason (excuse) to make the 45min drive, from town to town, and pass on his version of a "family secret".
Since then, years later, I've introduced a half dozen friends to the wonders of this hidden temple of Vietnamese cuisine, and there isn't a month that goes by that I don't hear one of them whining about their insatiable "cravings" for it...
100% honest truth. No sensationalism whatsoever. I've yet to figure out if I'm proud of that or not.
When you first walk in, you're (more than likely) introduced to "Bolo", an intense (yet surprisingly reserved) old oriental waiter who not only looks like he's killed a man, but is the secret long-lost father of that one massive guy Van Dam made tap out in "Bloodsport".
I've yet to ever know his real name, nor would I ever want to, and it's my guess that he is the owner, because he's almost always there. He'll sit you down, grab your drinks (their water is kind of off tasting, probably because it comes with lime wedges) and then waits on the side till you're ready to order.
Yes I know, I skipped out on describing the inside of the place. If you've seen one generic Chinese/Asian restaurant before, you've seen them all. Other than the plasma TV placed in the back, you can imagine the rest on your own. Rolling marble ball in a cheap Buddhist themed fountain, pictures of cranes and huts, blah blah, woof woof.
NOW ONTO THE FOOD!
The menu is long, numbered, descriptive, named in both Vietnamese and English. Comprised to mainly dishes served with rice, in bowls with chilled vermicelli noodles, random options like sandwiches and traditional Chinese fare, and their infamous pho.
Pho (noun, Vietnamese origin): A crap ton of whatever meat, chicken or seafood you pick, thrown in with a crap ton of veggies and noodles, along with herbs and condiments to fling in whenever you feel frisky. Submerged in the most incredible broth ever made, and served in a huge bowl that seems to laugh at your futile attempt to find the bottom of it.
Few establishments can have their signature dish truly live up to the name it has been given in the sign outside the front door. This is one of those. Along with their amazingly fresh, chewy spring roll appetizers, awesome bubble tea smoothies, strangely delicious shrimp sausage and their sweet Vietnamese dipping sauce that you'll end up drenching over everything and asking for more.
Even better? Most of it barely hits over $8, let alone $10.
I've said enough for now, and I have to hold back from saying anymore. This place was one of those gems that got me into truly loving food, and it's potential effect on people. Hopefully this review will get even more people hooked, and remind others to get their bimonthly fix.
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