I have been a fan of the Pad Thai Shack since they were located on 20th Street, just off Ludlow. In those days they closed at 6 pm and I rarely got home from work in time to get over there. Their tofu pad thai became a “call out sick from work” treat and I was jubilant when they moved over to 18th Street and added evening hours.

Tonight I was walking home from a meditation group that I attend on occasion, and thought how good Pho sounded. Food and I are still on tricky ground after my recent bout with the stomach flu and so I thought that some Pho Ga might be safe. Normally it’s just a yummy broth with pieces of chicken and noodles. You add in the veggies and things that make it spicy.

I detoured over there, and placed my order. I played peekaboo with a cuter-than-legal toddler and made friendly small-talk with the clerk. I was so excited to get home and eat my soup, but when I opened it, it was SO greasy. I’m talking a half inch of grease on top of the broth. There were big chunks of half-cooked onion and despite the wonderful smell, it didn’t taste like much. All that fat didn’t play nice with my still-tender belly. So, I picked the chunks of chicken out (which were yummy pieces of white meat) and stashed the container in the fridge. I’ll probably just throw it out later.

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