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.
Hey there. What’s up. Good to see you. Apologies are in order for my absence this week. I am battling a weird cold/flu thingie (it leaves me in just enough pain so that I can work, but still be miserable) and the fifth snowstorm of the month, with temperatures hitting a breezy -10F tonight in Chicago. Me? I’ve been hiding under a giant, piping hot pot of homenade chicken soup with my cat Nugget, a good book, and of course, the remnants of my wicked cold/flu thingie. Read the rest of this entry »
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