The Squeaky Robot

A Meddling Robot in a Human's World

Posts tagged “pho

Pho: A Worthwhile Tedium

Posted on June 11, 2013

A large portion of my living budget is designated for pho, an overwhelmingly flavorful Vietnamese soup that consists of different types of red meat, animal parts, and rice noodles.¬† As such, making pho from scratch was scribbled on the 2013 bucket list; I figured, bowl for bowl, making it would prove cheaper than buying it, leaving me more money for chia pets and beanie babies and more pho for moi. The process was fairly simple but fairly long; this soup consumed six hours of my day; another six were spent eating it. To be fair, three of these hours were just letting the pot simmer. This step was most excruciating as I stood over the pot for all three hours, smelling the beefy, spiced…

On Food, Pho, and Ends

Posted on May 11, 2012

I celebrate everything with food. Food is the natural follow-up, the obvious supplement to all of life’s joys, sorrows, and monotomy. When I’m feeling particularly nostalgic for someplace different and far away, which is every single minute of every single day, I escape to DC’s various ethnic hole-in-the-walls. No english, no white people, hearty meals, gargantuan portions, and tiny out-of-pocket prices. Cash only. ¬†Indeed, such a craving made itself known just before I exited the District for a long time. I quit my job, my work there is done, and I won’t be back until January after I return from my Petersburgian winter epoch, presumably alive. So to celebrate such an occasion, the occasion of seeing something to its end (in this case, another…

Best Pho in Town

Posted on January 30, 2011

Behold: When life gets me down and my joints are squeaking lots and lots, I always turn to comfort food, and I recommend others do the same – in moderation of course. While homemade mac and cheese and food of that sort are beyond amazing, my escape – no – sanctuary has become a local vietnamese dive in Dupont Circle. I always get #48 – a large bowl of pho with a combination of rare beef and stringy brisket. Then I pile on sriracha and hoisin sauce and, quite literally, dive in. I learned the hard way that it’s a terrible date food, but I don’t care. If he is put off by the messy slurp-inducing soup and fails to see how exciting and…