Well. It was time to say goodbye to my old home town. So good to have see all my friends and family. Sometimes we forget how lucky we are to know such good people. Especially the ones that accept you even when you don’t keep in touch like you used to. Age and time have been playing their cards against each other and we were only the chips in the game. How has it been two years since I’ve been back? It felt like yesterday when I was back here for my buddies wedding. Now they are having a kid and I didn’t know until eight months in. If this has taught me anything, it’s to enjoy your time with the chips around you. Who knows when you’ll be out together again.
Got a little too sentimental for you? Fine.
Back to places and food.
I had to close the loop on the pho places here. So for lunch I met a friend over at Pho Golden Cow. This place was your definition of hole in the wall. Stuck inside a small little strip mall, that had the most fucked up entrances, was this little shop. Don’t expect the place to be spotless clean. Don’t expect it to be organized. Just don’t knock over any boxes and pray the air was circulating, because you’re going to order one steaming bowl of soup. And sure, the description may sound like your typical neighborhood pho place, but take it down one more notch. You know, where the table was all rickety, because the wad of paper holding up one of the legs went missing. And each movement made you spill a bit of your soup. Yeah. That’s the place. But guess what. I didn’t mind. didn’t mind at all. The pho was great and I didn’t even finish. I couldn’t. I left some noodles and concentrated on polishing off the chicken. Gotta love that feeling. Cause you know, it’s pho. Not the most filling of meals.
That’s what I thought as we had some time to kill before the airport.
We went to the Thai Buddhist Temple to check out the street food. No, this was not your typical Asian street food variety. It’s American grade cleanliness in regards to street food. Unfortunately, I was still full by the time we got there. It’s a forty-five minute drive from Virginia to Maryland to the points we were traveling between. Next time I’ll make sure to save room for it.
When will that be? Not sure, everyone here was married now. No mandatory reasons.
I’ll have to come back here as an actual vacation. A vacation in DC, really.