I have become an accidental pho cononisseur.
Watching my boyfriend experience new cuisines is one of the small joys in my life. Together we’ve eaten our way through Korea, China, Japan, all unknown food frontiers to him when we first met. I like explaining dishes and ingredients to him (even though I’m no foodie myself) and watching his reaction to unfamiliar flavours and textures.
About a year ago, we stumbled upon Pho Vistro on Queen West. Vietnam was a country we had yet to cross off our culinary map. Two enormous bowls of noodle-filled broth later, and we inadvertently began a year of seeking out new pho places nearly every week. He loves the clean, healthy feeling he gets from eating pho, and I crave the slippery noodles and umami broth that’s slightly different wherever we go.