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Pho Green Papaya

402 SE M L King Blvd Portland, OR 97214 (503) 231-1431

Pho, in all of its soupy splendor, is all I ever really want to eat in the Winter. Maybe not every day, but at least five times a week. I hang my head over the bowl and let my glasses fog up and I make it spicy that I flop sweat like Richard Nixon during the debates with JFK. Also, I say it like “FOE”. Yes, I know it’s wrong. But you know what? The Vietnamese dictionary is FULL of words I can’t say. So is the English dictionary. Because I’m a stupid man. And the only thing worse than watching a stupid man knowingly pronounce something incorrectly is watching a stupid man unknowingly try to pronounce it correctly. And that is why I don’t say “Fuh”. I say “FOE”.

If anyone were to look at my race results, it would be obvious that I don’t do what athletes like to call “train”. Or “work hard and monitor results”. Or “impress anyone with my performance”. Or “stay upright”. Or “not embarass myself”. And I definitely don’t “eat well”.  But I’ve convinced myself that a giant bowl of broth and noodles and beef (and other assorted cow parts) can’t possibly be as bad for me as my daily pint of ice cream. I have no scientific information to back this up. I’ve never even bothered to look up nutritional information. Even now, as I type this, I could easiy just copy and paste the words “Pho Nutritional Information” into the google bar, and find out. But I’m not. Because I’m lazy. But I love it because I assume it’s healthy.

Also, it’s cheap. Really cheap. And I’m really cheap. It’s a match made in heaven.

So what does all of this have to do with Green Papaya? Well, they serve it there. It’s cheap and delicious and it might even be nutritious, but I don’t know, because I’m too lazy to look it up. And while I probably wouldn’t go there in spandex (they’d serve me, but they’d laugh, and I have a fragile ego), it’s the perfect place to go after getting free coffee at River City.