Vietnamese home cooking

Here’s the great thing about Vietnam.

You walk into a cafe. And I use the term “cafe” loosely, because it’s actually just the home of a random person with enough initiative to make a sign and write a menu.

Note granny on the couch watching Asian game shows. You might also be able to make out the kid on Facebook behind the beaded curtain. The motorbikes in the living room are kinda standard around here.

At this “cafe,” you skeptically order a bowl of tofu pho. And when it arrives, all peppery and slurpy and delicious, it’s one of the best meals of your life.

Best of all, it’s less than $1.