I don’t mind the East Coast and West Coast beef, as long as that beef comes with noodles and broth. Some go for pho, some go for ramen, I go for both. Bottom line… if the people and places are right, give me some Asian soup and I’m right at home.
Home is where your parents are, and when I visit my parents, eating at Janbo is a must. Phenomenal pho, seafood from the nearby Pacific, and each meal is ended with a complimentary cream puff. Sweet right?!
Now at my other home, with neighborhood pal, and super funny lady, Annika. That tofu was the best I’ve EVER eaten, and the broth was out of this world. Be sure to get the plum wine with soda. It has the taste of a spritzer without grandma implications.
Little Conqueror 