BBQ, Barbecue, Que, Q -- whatever you call it, we, Dave and I, spend an inordinate amount of time seeking and savoring it. Que seems to be one of the common threads that weaves its way through our travels. We seek it out. We hunt it down. We go way out of our way because of the signs. It is the signs -- perched perilously on the sides of mountains and propped up in the middle of cornfields -- that draw us inextricably towards The Vortex of Barbecue.
recipe for Pho. It's good anytime... In the winter, nothing beats a steaming bowl of Pho when the wind is howling outside and you've been shoveling or skiing and the snow is either making life miserable or a joy. I love Pho in the spring -- and those other two seasons. This lovely beef soup, with its spicy fragrant broth, stirs my soul. In Vietnam Pho is often the breakfast of champions. The tender slices of beef, the basil, the sriracha hot sauce, the lemon grass and anise infused steam rising, filling my nose with delectable aromas. Pho is a sublime experience, when it's done right.
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