I had lunch with my husband today at Sab Cafe . I have to tell you that to tell you the rest of this. I LOVE Sab's Pho. It's just too perfect.
I add that Chili Sauce that's in the squeeze bottle on the table. Just enough to turn the broth from a golden color to a deep umber. Then I squeeze both the lime wedges into it add the mint, and a bit of everything off the greens plate. It's so hot, it's so good. I'm so greedy with my chopsticks, they can barely hold the amount of noodles I want to shovel in my face. Seriously this is the one food that declares I have the ability to be a foodie.
I always bring home about half as it's a massive serving. So here I am, back at home, trying to get my wheels under me while suffering food coma. A couple hours pass and I'm ready to finish my Pho, with a beer and Felix. Because really, what's the point of wheels at 3:30pm on a Friday.
Felix has never tried my Pho before and for whatever reason he's all about what I have in this steaming bowl, and those chop sticks are interesting, too.
I have learned Pho turns African Grey Parrots into ravenous, demanding Vikings. Pho also brings out new words and sounds. Probably memories from his days as a Viking.
He's making slurpy sounds I've never heard before. He's mumbling something about something and MMMm and "that's good, huh?" I turn away from serving him to take a mouthful of rice noodles while there's still some left and just as the chopsticks are at my mouth...
"HERE!" Here! "that's good, huh?HERE!" Ravenous. Demanding. Viking.
He's so full he didn't bother demanding to go back to his digesting perch. He just turned around, away from his now empty bowl on his tent and knocked off.
Which is really a great idea. But Kirby's howling for mercy and freedom from his temporary day cage sounds like I may not get to follow Felix's lead.