Fresh spring rolls, tomato tofu, three fresh coconuts, poked with paper straws
I’ve got a full house, tens over fives.
It’s just the three of us right now, the Rhino, the Elephant, and I.
And for this trip, we’re already into our second time wandering over to Phuong‘s. She’s set us up with yet another healthy, garlic-filled, veggie-rich meal.
Located just seconds from the beach, we discovered Phuong’s gentle smile and deelish cuisine a couple years back, in the throes of lockdown. A slightly different style of pho from what we get in Hanoi. More tomato involvement, and chicken seems to overrule beef here. But the most tangy yet rich broth complementing it all.
The vegetable stir-fry comes out, al dente, loaded with garlic. Hints of steam rise from our plates and dot the dusky sky.
It’s the perfect marriage of culinary excellence and Vietnamese charm.
Paper lanterns, a garden loaded with plants, the cutest little structures and seats outdoors, all arrayed in blues, yellows, pinks, and greens.
The ocean air finds us from just below.
And the kindest, most gentle staff.
This has become our home away from home, comfort and food and goodness all in one.
The cards rest on the table and we’re between hands of Pepito when R offers this contemplation
Did you know that mosquitoes don’t only bite you, they also urinate while doing so
S is both impressed and stunned by this new-to-him information.
Being the most delicious of us all, mosquito bites find him with rabid frequency. He glances downward with a scoff of disgust.
Yeah, now I’m gonna take that one with me.
Get Up Eight 