Pho, a long long way to ruuuun!!!

It was a cool and grey dayspin when your own Metrowalker went to chase the blues away with a little levante de ferro. As you remember oh my brothers and sister, Glendale is the place where the palace of FE resides.

After a bit of sweating, grunting and general contortionating that goes with chasing away the blues, the growling winds of hunger buffeted your harlequin to and fro. How strange that your uncle thinks of grinds when shortly before all he could think of was air.

Quickly I made my way to a new palace of grinds called The Pho Hut. Once the abode of Korean eats, the Hut of Pho is a very comfortable space, lined with bamboo and slowly turning ceiling fans.

Oh mi familia, we all know nothing beats a cold and damp dayspin better than a big bowl of noodles and broth, so your uncle wasted no time.

Now the first thing that my glassies miraed was a flow chart on the ordering and eating of pho, a honto to Odin flow chart my brothers! Like one of those old doodle drawings you used to make in the 8 to 3, remember? When teacher use to make you clicky-clack the old thinking machines!

I wasted no time and ordered myself a big bowl of pho, with three types of gyu meat. The bovi treats ran to flank steak, thin slices of round steak, and leaf tripe, (and you know how Uncle loves him his tripe) with a side of those fresh spring rolls wrapped in that rice paper that feels like dolphin skin to put pau to my growling stomach.

Oh cousins, the size of the bowl was amazing, you could have bathed a baby in the bowl, with a strong dark broth for the little biosphere of meat and toppings to swim in. The steam off the bowl made it look like an August day here in the smoggy metro of lost angels.

I set to slurping, and found the broth to be salty and flavorful, with hints of ginger, onion, and lots of gyu flavor, there was also the msg….sooo much msg.

I swallowed my soup and the room swam, then a shaker bottle on the table asked your uncle if “he was experienced” whatever that meant. Now dear family, your vibrant victual vagabond, is a hearty creature. No added chemical taste enhancer could fell my desire to grind me some Pho.

Yet all of those silky strands of sumptuous starch were sadly squished into a sphere! They were sunk in the bottom of the bowl and refused the deft enticement of your narrator’s chopsticks. Oh horrors my cousins! A fellow dining with his familia bravely fought with his noodles using his chopsticks and spoon. He finally lifted the entire ball of pasta out of his bowl to wrestle it into airborne submission.

It looked like he had the noodles at his mercy, when with a starchy roar, the creature squirmed away from him and dove back into the dark broth. Its abrupt plunge, splashed him, the lady who accompanied him, and her little keiki with a shower of hot soup causing them a little laughter and the man’s renewed campaign to conquer it.

Well Metrowalker is no noodle novice, he is a patron of pasta, and he knows cousins that the only way to subdue spaghetti, to capture cappellini, is to corner it and douse it with hot liquid. So with spoon and stick I fluffed the pho, and with the help of the broth in the bowl untangled it to all of its glory.

Once subdued, the pho was tender, and alternating bites of fresh spring roll with slurps of soup quickly beat down your own harlequin’s hurricane of hunger.

Can I suggest the Pho hut to you dear cousins? Well if the MSG doesn’t send you shrieking into the night, and you are close to Glendale then it isn’t a bad place at all. The folks are nice, the bowls should come with lifeguards, and the challenge of eating those sticky noodles makes the pho kind of like a prize after defeating a dragon.

The Pho Hut
312 N Brand Blvd
Glendale, CA 91203