It’s not even technically winter yet, but you wouldn’t know it in Paris these days. A cold snap worthy of deepest January settled in last week, and didn’t let up until Saturday during a substantial snowstorm, turning those pretty flakes into freezing wet drops.
Never mind that it comes from a very warm place: The Vietnamese noodle soup known simply as Pho, a beef and charred onion broth, aromatic with spices (yes, that is cinnamon you smell) is a perfect cold weather food.
Paris has no shortage of pho spots, many clustered in the Chinatown of the 13th arrondissiment. That’s where Pho 14 is. You’ll recognize it by the line that forms out the door. We beat the queue last weekend — go before 12:30 to improve your odds — and settled into a tight table along the wall.
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I love pho… I’ve been loyal to Dong Huang for years, but the photo you’ve got up there makes me want to try something new…
Emiglia – I’ve never tried Dong Huang, but maybe I will; I love Pho 14 but it takes me longer to get there than it does to finish lunch my lunch.
Hello Barbara ~ Just found your blog via David Lebovitz’s site. I’ll be living vicariously through your blogs in Paris
Absolutely love Vietnamese food! I will have to try this next time I’m in Paris – whenever that may be!