My cute husband at Pho Hoa Lao in Oakland.
If you know me, you know I love me some pho. I’ve blogged about it once or twice (or thrice…) and for some reason, when I eat it, I need to eat it again in like a week. Maybe they lace it crack? Or love? Who knows, but it far time Oakland showed me what it could do in the pho department.
Stop #1: Pho Hoa Lao in Oakland. More food porn after the jump.
