Used to love Pho Lang Thang when it was a hole in the wall inside the Findlay Market.
Their pho better than Pho 96 in West Chester and the wife and I agreed. We used to frequent PLT at least once a month for a couple of years because there was no serious competition.
When they moved to their current location we tried it once or twice and hadn't been back since then. In part, we lived so far in the suburbs. Still in parts we thought Lang Thang's execution was not that impressive at the new location to warrant us to continue the long drive out to the OTR.
Finally, 3 years later i decided to give it a try on a Friday night and how disappointing.
8:00 pm on a Friday w/ only 4 tables & 2 people at long bar were occupied. Not a good sign on any measure.
Ordered the chicken wings &
I was pleasantly surprise I got the traditional fish sauce wings, excellent execution.
I wanted the pho but i didn't smell pho in the restaurant so i stuck to my rule: when you can't smell the pho aroma in the restaurant, don't order it. Ever!
So the only thing that caught my eyes on the menu is the broken rice dish special. Typically the steamed broken rice is served with
1) roasted rice powder infused pork skin and pork slivers
2) a fried egg
3. a steamed loaf like egg, ground pork, vermicelli rice noodle, wood ear mushroom mixture
4. grilled pork, pork chop, or beef short ribs
5. some veggies on the side
6. all held together by the mixed fish sauce
They ran out of the grill pork, so i settled for the "wagyu" shaken beef. Not the best option for the broken rice dish but I kept an open mind.
The plate came out near perfection to the eyes except for the shaken beef. It was completely blackened, the meat was crusted by char on at least one side of the beef cubes. The reason you shaken or toss the beef in the wok is so that the beef would sear but not charred to a crust on the bottom of the pan. The sauce had thicken so much meant only what I feared: it has been reduced to a point of saltiness that made it a struggle to eat. Every instinct I had in my mouth and body was to send it back to the kitchen but I felt bad for doing that for some strange reason so I pressed forward and waited to see the second part of my dinner to see when it will be delivered...it never arrived. The mixed fish sauce that was supposed to be poured over my broken rice, fried egg and pork skin slivers never arrived. I finally asked for the sauce and the bar boy brought out the wrong sauce, the same salty sauce that was covering the heavily salted "wagyu" shaken beef.
Before I could speak up and tell him it was the wrong sauce he already left to go to the back out of sight. When he finally came back I asked him the fish sauce for the broken rice not more sauce for the shaken beef.
Every bite of the beef I had to eat up the veggies and the still plain broken rice, sipping water as I suffered silently...still deciding either to stop eating and send the protein back or what??
The sauces finally came and it was obvious the bar boy didn't know which sauce so he brought me the mixed sauce and the straight fish sauce he poured out of a bottle (slap my forehead emoji here). I sent back the pure fish sauce because I didn't want him to waste it. I stupidly pour the mix sauce over my rice because I trusted the cooks in the back knew what they were doing.
while the pork skin, the veggies and the baked pork loaf were perfect, the broken rice was slightly under cooked, with each bite their were enough grains of rice undercooked that made the experience underwhelming and yet it wasn't the worse of it, the mixed fish sauce was completely sour. Someone had either forgotten the sugar or had no idea how to properly mix it and it was never simmered to the correct consistency for the broken rice plate.
Finishing my meal was a practice of suffering in silence. Growing up it was grilled into me to finish my meal so I stupidly press on knowingly anything with the word "wagyu" will result in a big tab. So I pressed on.
It was a bizarre out of body experience.
I was not happy by the end of that meal. Not happy with myself that I pushed my self through all that suffering in silence.
I am usually not that much of a push over. Was I am more polite and forgiving because I thought that the haoles running the restaurant are under trained, inexperienced, didn't know what they were doing and therefore I should give them more leeway to fail?
But that wasn't all that happened that night to perfectly round out my experience.
Food: 2
Ambiance: 4
Bar Service: 1 read more