Sunday, December 11, 2005

Make Pho, Not War

Tonight, Beloved Wife and I took the 2-toothed monster out to our favorite Vietnamese greasy spoon, Kien Gang. The pho and all the other food is great, and you get a lot for your money. Some folks might not like the service, but as we are "regulars" we are treated well (plus, we've grown accustomed to the waiter not allowing us to order things he thinks we won't like, and having to go to the kitchen to get our own sweeteners and drink refills), and tonight, for example, one of the two "wait-persons" (one is the owner's condescending brother, the other his evil wife) was kind enough to change my (accidental) request for "sliced beef tendon noodle soup" to "sliced beef and meatball noodle soup".

Ferlie says that they have the best rice in Nashville.

As a family-run feeding place, Kien Gang is very child-friendly, and we even had the entertainment choice of Lord of the Rings on the TV or watching the owner's kids playing football in the parking lot (American Football, not that Commie-Kickball soccer stuff). Most of the crowd was Vietnamese, but there was an assortment of other Asians, honkies, negroes, and Messicans there, too.

I even took my dear ole Mama there once, and she liked it just fine. You can't ask for a better endorsement than that.


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