poor scientist. will blog 4 food.

the culinary adventures of a self-described foodie

Pho Shizzle


Pho at Pho Hua

Pho at Pho Hoa

You don’t know me very well if you aren’t aware that I LOVE NOODLES. It’s what I crave when I’m starving, when my stomach feels bad, when I’m homesick, or basically all of the time. In short, it’s my number one comfort food. And I don’t discriminate. I love all kinds of noodles: pasta, pad thai, ramen, pho, chow mein…

Today, I had pho at Pho Hoa in Berkeley. I ordered my usual: regular size #5, steak with flank. Sometimes I mix it up with meatballs, but I wasn’t feeling that meatbally today, if you know what I mean. I’ve been a regular at Pho Hoa since I moved to Berkeley three years ago. And when I say regular, I mean religious, must-go-once-a-week type of behavior. Normally, I don’t like going to chain restaurants, so I was sort of upset when I found out that Pho Hoa was a franchise chain operation. But my stomach was happy, so I decided to overlook the chain aspect/my liberal guilt/snobbery and concentrate on the food, which is delicious. Sometimes I deviate from the pho and get the vermicelli salad bowls, which are also delicious and are so big that there’s enough leftover for lunch the next day. And guess what? They’re full of noodles too!

Why do I prefer pho at Pho Hoa, as opposed to some of the other pho places in Berkeley? The flavor of the broth is good and not too salty, the meat and veggies always look fresh, and the noodles are not overcooked. I also like the fact that the restaurant is quite sanitary, unlike some other noodle shops I’ve frequented.

In fact, the first place I experienced pho was in College Park, Maryland. My sister PY took me there, and we joked that it was called Pho 99 because the noodles were “$4.99.” It was cafeteria-style with rows of tables that you had to share with strangers. On an unlucky day, I might have sat next to a swarthy looking Vietnamese man leering at me through his rice noodle laden chopsticks. I distinctly remember one dinner which ended up being free because I found a gnat in my soup. Yeah, so compared to Pho 99, Pho Hoa is a real classy joint.

UPDATE (15 August 2010): I returned from a trip to find that Pho Hoa is now officially closed. Apparently they were hit pretty hard by the economy and were forced to close their doors. I’m very sad about this development and I will truly miss you, Pho Hoa.

Author: Jen

Howdy! My name is Jen and I live in the San Francisco Bay Area. I like to eat, run, and blog, but not usually at the same time.

5 thoughts on “Pho Shizzle

  1. A new pho place opened up a block away from Brian’s house in Baltimore. The sign says “Baltimore Pho (pronounced “fuh”)” but we refuse to say fuh. We so fo like fo’ sho’. Not as good as our 2 hour lunches at Lime&Basil, but not creepy like in College Park.

  2. I sit here, looking at a box of ancient mac and cheese and a couple of cans of corn and beans…

    Envy is not a pretty color on me.

  3. steak, fatty brisket, tripe and extra meatballs w no cilantro!!

  4. ah yes, i too remember my first pho-99 experience… sitting on the floor of our dorm room, you reassuring me that the meat was purposely fuzzy and that the soup would taste better if i put more “stuff” in it from the mysterious bag of ruffage 🙂
    When you are back in town, you should check out Pho Real in Burtonsville!

  5. Haha! I forgot about that, tonellac. I’m glad I didn’t traumatize you for life! Also, a pho place in Burtonsville?! who would’ve thought?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s