Review: Pho Viet (4 out of 5 bear paws)
(Update: The dream is over. As of May 2007, when we last drove past, the stall's gone). 
It's been a while since Ms Bear got excited about a kopi tiam stall.
I don't have the address, but it's opposite the Lavender Road hawker centre next to a Hotel 81, at the corner of Beatty Lane and Foch Road. (Hmm, Hotel 81 at FOCH Road.) Don't let the slightly dodgy location put you off. The Vietnamese cook dishes up a mean Pho, in a stall called Pho Viet. It says "Vienamese Food" in brackets in case you miss the point.
A framed picture of the cook stands underneath the lightboard menu. He is shot in chef's uniform garlanded with what looks like culinary medals. No explanation is given on what he did to earn this photo opportunity, but none is necessary after you get a taste of his pho.
The beef noodles came in an oh-so-fragrant herby broth, outstripping any that I've tried in Singapore. The beef slices were tender and the bite of both the noodles and bean sprouts were just right. I told Mr Bear that I wasn't going to eat anywhere else in future when the urge for pho strikes.
It seems relatively undiscovered - the chicken rice ball stall next to it was doing roaring business in comparison. Nevertheless, the Vietnamese auntie helping out was barely able to keep up with a normal flow of orders, so a little patience is required.
It's been a while since Ms Bear got excited about a kopi tiam stall.
I don't have the address, but it's opposite the Lavender Road hawker centre next to a Hotel 81, at the corner of Beatty Lane and Foch Road. (Hmm, Hotel 81 at FOCH Road.) Don't let the slightly dodgy location put you off. The Vietnamese cook dishes up a mean Pho, in a stall called Pho Viet. It says "Vienamese Food" in brackets in case you miss the point.
A framed picture of the cook stands underneath the lightboard menu. He is shot in chef's uniform garlanded with what looks like culinary medals. No explanation is given on what he did to earn this photo opportunity, but none is necessary after you get a taste of his pho.
The beef noodles came in an oh-so-fragrant herby broth, outstripping any that I've tried in Singapore. The beef slices were tender and the bite of both the noodles and bean sprouts were just right. I told Mr Bear that I wasn't going to eat anywhere else in future when the urge for pho strikes.
It seems relatively undiscovered - the chicken rice ball stall next to it was doing roaring business in comparison. Nevertheless, the Vietnamese auntie helping out was barely able to keep up with a normal flow of orders, so a little patience is required.
posted by 2Bears at 11:16 PM
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