My father's tastes in food are pretty simple. However, today he suggested we do lunch together: pho. Pho is vietnamese noodle soup. It's one of my favourite meals out. It's rather inexpensive and comes with a bunch of fresh herbs and veggies (cilantro, bean sprouts, jalapeno peppers, limes) and comes with a variety of meat choices. I usually take the rare sliced beef, but there are others: tripe, shank, beef and chicken balls. So I took him for his first experience with Pho.
He seemed to like it and even asked if we could go out again and try a different type. I started him with rare sliced beef because it's the most mild. My husband is invited next time as he can try some of the different meats.
I forgot he likes coffee, which he ordered. I never even thought they wouldn't have regular coffee. He gets a glass full of ice and a little pot full of coffee. He tries the pot and it's way too strong and undrinkable. As the waitress grabs his finished bowl, he asks if there's cream. The lady decides to help him fix his iced coffee drink. It was mixed with condensced milk and once it was mixed with the ice, it was much more tolerable. I don't think he'll order it again.
Thanks for reading
Lynn
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