Noah's First Pho.

As I've said on here before, living in Los Angeles--for going on 10 years now--is a real love/hate kind of relationship. One of the things, however, that I love, love, love about this city is the incredible diversity--ethnicity, religion, language, art, culture, food, yadda, yadda. You can expose yourself to any plethora of adventurous anything anytime of the night or day.

Vietnamese food is one of those cuisines that's hard to come by in great quality unless you are in a larger city, like L.A.--or in Vietnam, of course. Los Feliz, an artsy little nook of town just east of downtown, has one of the yummier Pho shops I've come by and Noah Finn had his first dish last week . . . funnily enough, with a little German friend of his also named Noah. The two Noah's eagerly dove head first into their bowls of broth, tofu, noodles, wood ear mushrooms and fresh basil, bean sprouts and lime. So much so that they were covered from head to toe in rice noodles resembling something of a Pollack food painting. My friend, Caro, documented the aftermath with her iPhone.

I'm guessing we'll have to Pho again real soon. Noah clearly dug it.


Anonymous said...

What a great shot! I get pretty messy eating those noodles, so I'd say Noey did pretty well for himself!

XO Carrie

Anonymous said...

Hey! What's that little seat he's got? Ever since Henry outgrew the MeToo we've been bummed.

m a m a :: m i l i e u said...

You and the H-man MUST go with next time!

The seat was this ultra modern black little wooden ditty that the restaurant had for the kiddos. Pretty cool, huh?

See you two cuties tomorrow!


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