Nov 2008

Phở 79 – Alhambra

Pho is the first Vietnamese food to go mainstream. Name recognition isn’t anywhere near that of chow mein or pad Thai, but it’s become increasingly common for the average bear to have heard of this broth and noodle combo, which is definitely progress.

Unlike Pinkberry, the popularity of pho across the land is totally justified. Every noodle shop that I’ve eaten at since my return to the States has been packed to capacity and filled with faces of all different races—it’s a beautiful thing to see. It used to be that non-Asians were always accompanied by an Asian friend or significant other when dining at an Asian eatery, especially one located within an Asian enclave. However, these days I see non-Asians dining without a “guide” more often than not. Although this bodes well for businesses, a diverse clientele makes it impossible to pick restaurants based purely on who dines there—gone are the days of “If all the Chinese are eating here than it must be good!” logic. Well, at least that’s the case in So Cal.

During orientation at Caltech, The Astronomer met a fellow grad student from Korea named Kunwoo. Upon hearing that The Astronomer spent the previous year living in Vietnam, Kunwoo proclaimed that he loved pho, and would love to go out for a bowl sometime. A few days later, a group of four Cal Tech boys and I hopped in Kunwoo’s ride and drove to nearby Alhambra for pho. Kunwoo has eaten at Pho 79 numerous times and spoke highly of the place.

I ordered my favorite combination of pho tai (rare beef) nam (cooked beef brisket) sach (tripe) ($4.95), while The Astronomer, Khoa and Kunwoo ordered pho xe lua ($5.95)—a “train-sized” bowl with all the trimmings. Both bowls of pho more or less looked the same, although the train-sized bowl is substantially larger than a regular one, so I didn’t bother taking happy snaps of their loot. It’s a good thing that the folks at Pho 79 aren’t skimpy with their herbs because our table was packed with seasoned ganishers. Pass the lime wedges, please.

Here’s a close-up of my favorite trimming—tripe! I was very satisfied with my bowl of pho; the portion wasn’t overwhelming and neither was the price. The meat, noodles and broth were flavorful and clearly made with love. With pho in the equation, dining with a group of scientists has never been more delicious.

Pho 79
29 S. Garfield Avenue
Alhambra, CA 91801
Phone: 626-289-0239

Nov 2008

Introducing: Site Index

Two years and 500+ posts later, I’ve created a user-friendly index at gas•tron•o•my. Woot! Please use the following indices to navigate through Restaurant Reviews (cataloged by city), Book Reviews (catalogued by genre) and Recipes (cataloged by type i.e. sweets, Vietnamese).

Nov 2008

Pinkberry – Pasadena

Pinkberry arrived on the L.A. scene in January 2005. Since then, the fro-yo chain has expanded from sea to shining sea—fulfilling a sort of trendy food Manifest Destiny. I wanted to sample the hype when it first came about, but unfortunately a branch never set up shop in The City of Brotherly Love or in Saigon for that matter. So, while Angelenos and New Yorkers were getting their fill of the sour stuff, I had to settle for reading about it in mainstream media and within the blogging community.

Fast forward three years. The fro-yo trend is still going strong with Pinkberry wannabes popping up in strip malls all over town. While the lines at Pinkberry have noticeably thinned out, demand for this genre of sweets appears to be on the up and up.

Although I’m about four years too late, the first classic L.A. food that I wanted to try was Pinkberry. Spago, Sprinkles, The Apple Pan and Pink’s are all on the list, but first things first.

The Pinkberry closest to my apartment is about a mile away in Old Pasadena. My lovely friend Esme, whom I met in Rome while studying abroad, joined me for this highly-anticipated outing. Pinkberry yogurt is made with real milk and is about 20 calories per ounce. There are three flavors of fro-yo to choose from—original, green tea and coffee. Since it was my first visit, I asked the gal taking orders if I could taste each of the three flavors. She obliged.

The coffee and green tea flavors weren’t bad, just unpleasantly sour. Both Esme and I ordered a medium-sized original, which allowed us to choose three toppings each. I chose mochi, blackberries and mango, while Esme went with raspberries, strawberries and blackberries. After spending pennies on food this past year in Saigon, it was painful whipping out five bucks for this thing.

The verdict? Mostly positive, but I’ll probably never return again. You see, when I’m in the mood for a cold dessert, I want it to taste sweet. Pinkberry’s fro-yo and fresh fruits are quite the opposite, and thus do not fit into my spectrum of desired tastes.

Esme, on the other hand, is totally a sour dessert person. She also likes the fact that Pinkberry is a healthy alternative to ice cream. I’d much rather have ice cream.

Esme and I ate our fro-yo in a nearby courtyard that was housing a living art installation.

The trees were covered in wishes—some were sweet, while others were sour.

Pinkberry
19 S. Fair Oaks Avenue
Pasadena, CA 91105
Phone: 626-744-0505

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