Blog of Billy

Over the weekend, Heather successfully got me to try a little treasure of Vietnamese cuisine called "Pho" (pronounced like 'foe'). I really liked how it tasted, how filling it was, and how the whole meal cost about five bucks. There is only a tiny thing keeping me from making pho now a major part of my diet: it involves raw cow parts. See, long ago, Nolan suggested to me that I could build up a tolerance to food poisioning, and proved that with the litany of terrible things he would eat and yet still be breathing. Ever since then, I've been pretty comfortable eating some of the finer things in life, even if they don't at first appear appetizing. Still, Pho is pushing my limits. For those unfamiliar with this notion, allow me to elaborate. Imagine a big bowl of boiling water. Imagine some noodles and spices going into the water. Seems resonable so far. Now imagine raw meat and other assorted animal parts (tendon, tripe, etc.) just kind of hanging out in there. The idea is that the boiling-ness of the water cooks the fleshier bits to a suitable temperature, but I'm concerned. Knowing what I do about the billions of microscopic critters that live in and on my animal friends, I can't help but be a little...reluctant to dig right in. What I need now is some people who have discerning palates to tell me that I am not crazy for eating kinda-boiled meat. Even more, kinda-boiled meat from a place on 23rd street called "Pho 2000." Until then, I think I'll ease my way into this kind of tasty, cheap, filling, but still icky food.

What's cooler than being cool? Pho "Ice cold" 2000.