On Eating Pho
March 9th 2014 I'm sat in a doorway on a plastic stool. My knees are around my ears, it's seven thirty and already my shirt is sticking to my back, after a week in sandals my work shoes feel heavy and uncomfortable. A small Vietnamese woman is perched in front of me next to her is a huge steaming vat of watery stock. She pulls up a metal basket from the container which is full of noodles, stock drips bac
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