My friend Richard is pining for pho and wants to open a noodle shop where people can draw on the tablecloths. Doodle Noodle, he'll call it. This is the same guy who I just know can make a cool mil or two idf he'll just follow through on his plan to specialize in the removal of aging baby boomers' improvident tattoos. Name? Why, Tattoo-da-loo, of course! But you're not here to read about Reedmnweep's silliness, are you.
Peace Noodles. Otherwise known to locals--who I'm sure have much less trouble finding this tiny place than I did--as Pho Binh (yes, "Peace Noddles"). This little storefront at 7 Ly Chinh Thang Street, is the place to sample as-authentic-as-it-gets pho bo while experiencing a uniue piece of Vietnam War history or, if you're Vietnamese, the "American War." It looks like any other storefront noodle shop, but for the small red plaque that hangs inside and a flag o the Communist regime. The plaque marks the shop as the staging ground for the Tet offensive. Ngo Toai, Viet Cong restauranteur by day, saboteur of by night. Unfortunately, he passed away, but his son, who served me (and, later, Dan and Hien) some noodles, knew why I was there. He promptly produced a scrapbook and photos of his father's story.
Edit: Darn! Forgot to rotate that photo before posting it--which took eons with this slow connection.
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