This month we tackled Vietnamese, partially because it’s something “crazy” and different, and partially because it’s my favorite (I’m selfish. Sue me). SEVENTEEN brave teenage souls joined us at Pho Saigon on Fuqua for soup, supp, and spring rolls. Again we gave them a primer on the cultural basics, and then we let them have at it...
And have at it, they did. Most students ordered vermicelli noodle bowls, making valiant attempts at the slippery noodles with inexperienced chopsticks. Others chose rice bowls, preferring something a little closer to home. They watched with rapt fascination as I added basil, lime, sprouts, and plum sauce to my steaming bowl of pho. And by decree, everyone tried a spring or imperial roll.
The kids soaked up the adventure, guessing to what extent they’d be willing to branch. Most expressed shock at the new and unique range of textures and flavor. The truly daring ones ordered crazy desserts, tapioca drinks, and durian smoothies. The less adventurous packed their leftovers to take home for mom. The atmosphere was fun, festive, and totally hilarious.
Next up was supposed to be Greek. But I’d like to do something totally off the wall... like Ethiopian! Only we’re a little constricted by our location. Any ideas for a crazy cuisine off I-45, south of Hobby Airport? :)
