Pho-day Friday

In the fall and winter, Friday lunches turn into quite an exciting event at work. Everyone piles into their cars and drives the two miles to the neighborhood Vietnamese soup restaurant, aptly named Pho (pronounced 'fuh'). This is a lunch gathering that is looked forward to all week.

This morning is no exception. I woke up this morning to my cat chewing on my hair dryer cord, and one of the first thoughts in my mind was "Today is pho day!" I was instantly starving.

All morning I waited in eager anticipation of my lunchtime treat.

The soup that is the specialty of this restaurant is made up of a rich broth, lots of noodles, shaved beef, and lots of green onions. They bring you a plate of garnish which includes fresh basil, sliced peppers, spring onions, and fresh lime. On the table they have several different hot sauces and a bottle of some kind of sweet, thick soy sauce. The whole idea is to garnish as you please, make it sweet or spicy to your taste, and then dig in.

And it's messy. You end up dribbling the noodles all over your face and splashing the broth down your shirt. Once you are done, you retire back to work and promptly launch into the "pho coma" because you are so full and content. It is the absolute perfect antidote to the approaching cool weather.

As if there weren't enough reasons to look forward to Fridays. *Sigh*