I know spring is coming as soon as my sinuses clog up, my nose drips, my eyes itch, my throat gets all scratched up, and my voice sounds like a desperate moose in heat. Ah spring! This is the time, more than ever, that I need some Asian medicinal love in the form of a beautiful bowl of Vietnamese noodle soup called Pho. Pronounced Fuh. Here's my bowl from the fabulous hole-in-the-wall-all-they-make-is-pho Pho 75 in Rockville.
The thin slivers of eye-of-round steak is served raw and cooks up in the hot broth. I add lime, tons of bean sprouts and a nice dab of sriracha red sauce and I'm in heaven. The funny thing is I didn't grow up with Pho. My first encounter with pho was in my late twenties, but it was love at first bite and I've never turned back. It got me to thinking of all the wonderful different foods that I've been exposed to in my life and how much I love the diversity that is available to us in this day and age. I've fallen in love with Belgium food in Montreal, had the best Indian food in Spain, had the best tapas in Washington, DC, the best French food in-well, in France! And talk about amazing, innovative Japanese food at Nobu NY.
So tell me, what cuisine reigns supreme for you? What didn't you have growing up that you now couldn't live without?