March 11, 2018
I went to a Vietnamese restaurant with my family after we finished with our Sunday church session. I don’t remember the name anymore and they also sold Chinese and Japanese specialties too.
I ordered their house special pho. It was a very standard pho, with beef strips, cilantro, long sliced onion, and beef bone broth. My favorite part about it was the broth, it was very rich and flavorful and complemented all the other assets in the pho.
Also ordered some pork dumplings, it was the type of dumpling you’d find at a dimsum place. Not exactly made in a traditional style, but it had an appetizing appearance. The pork had a weird, funky taste to it, so I didn’t enjoy it as much as my main entree.
It was funny because the host, who also served as our waiter, got very excited when we came into the restaurant. He commented, “I hardly see Asians come here to eat, so I’m so happy to see you guys!”
He said this a bit loudly (probably unintentionally) that the other customers heard and were probably quietly offended. Truth be told, the restaurant did only have white patrons during our stay. There was a father having lunch with his two daughters and a family of seven that came by a little later than us. As we left later, more families came in, all whom I noticed, were white, as well.
The waiter told us he was 25 and came from the Guangzhou region of China. He talked a little bit about his background and asked my parents where we were from. We would have small conversations here and there with him, whenever he returned. It was a bit awkward when he addressed me because I guess he thought I was a lot younger than I actually was, because he would refer to me as ‘little girl’ or ‘little princess’. (Currently, I am 21.)
Overall, it wasn’t the most spectacular dining experience but the food was pretty good. In my dad’s words, “It was average; the food was passable.”