Phuong T.
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Okay, I was not expecting this. I had some preconceived notions of what a Vietnamese restaurant in a Midwest city would be like. When I walked in, there were no Asian diners seated at any of the tables. I was seated right away by the hostess/server. I browsed the menu, which consisted basically of two pages of various traditional noodle soups and rice dishes--three, if you include the bubble tea, Vietnamese coffee, and drink menu. When the server returned to take my order and I ordered in Vietnamese, she informed me that she was not Vietnamese nor did she speak it.
So. My expectations for the food were tempered with all this preliminary info, and I ordered the pho with beef and meatballs. When it arrived about 5-10 minutes later with the prerequisite plate of Thai basil, bean sprouts, and sliced jalapeños, I was impressed with the sight of the broth in my bowl. Many times pho has come out to me looking as if it were in need of an EPA cleanup. But not this pho. The broth was hot, steaming, and not a streak of oil in sight. I proceeded to add the basil, sprouts, and jalapeños, and a squirt (or two or three) of Sriracha. After stirring everything together, I went in for my first taste: heavenly.
The broth was so flavorful, and the sliced white onions had just the right amount of bite to them. Green onions galore floated hither and thither, adding their color and herbaceousness to the mix. The meatballs were also lean, and the beef was sliced just right to allow it to be cooked in the steaming broth. I practically inhaled my soup, and all that was left were the jalapeño slices.
I was so impressed with the pho that I ordered some chicken fried rice to go. So I've learned my lesson: don't judge a book by its cover, or in this case, a pho by its facade. Pho Chau is "fo' sho" the real deal. I'll definitely be back to try its other offerings.