86 St John Street
020 7253 7624
Date of Last Visit: Thursday, March 9, 2006
The Victim: Me, myself, and I
The Damage: 6 quid
See, I'm so prolific all of a sudden because a chapter in my life is finally drawing to a close so now I have my time back to myself. Well, the chapter isn't officially over until 11 p.m. on Monday night, but that's okay. I feel good about things.
So I had to take couple of days off of work to get everything wrapped up. That means that I've been sitting in front of Excel for the last 72 hours, staring at Danish equity funds. And heck, who knew the Dutch equity market was that small? Or that German investors were so risk-intolerant?
So to give myself a break, I took myself to Pho for lunch. I got there at 12, as any good American would, and I was the only person there. This country is weird.
I ordered the sliced chicken soup, which had a very fancy name which escapes me right now. It arrived almost instantaneously, and a very nice guy brought me a special plate of "HHHHerbs." (I just imagine a bunch of guys named HHHHerb sitting on plate. As opposed to the errrbs that I know.) He explained that I was free to add whatever I wanted to my soup. There were chilis, and sprouts and lime and all types of exotic things. Chicory, I believe. And more. I added a little of this and a little of that and felt very much the mix-master.
And I ate my soup. It was very nice. Perfect for the terribly drizzly day it was. Very warming. And despite the staff's warning, the little amount of chili gave everything just the right kick and cleared my sinuses all up.
The Verdict: Cheap and delicious. Will be back.