ELV has a confession to make: He’s eaten in almost every Vietnamese restaurant in town (many of them multiple times), and he still hasn’t a clue what separates a good one from a mediocre one.*
Back in the day, we had our very own Miss Saigon (nee Hanh Le), who accompanied us around town with instructions and insights into this cuisine (most of which consisted of: “My mother makes a much better version of this…”).
Here you can hear us chattering about Pho So 1, which was our favorite hangout back in ’01 and ’02. But the little lass left town long ago, and we’ve been rudderless when it comes to these things ever since.