Anyone for Pho?

Our August adventure saw the group taking in Pho at Pasteur, a Vietnamese eating house on George Street in Haymarket.

"It's rustic" a fellow adventurer said.

"Well that's one word for it", I thought to myself as I entered the building.

Pasteur is one of those places you would be unlikley to set foot in without some prior knowledge or recommendation. It was basic and unassuming, but as I stepped through the door my memory of travelling Vietnam came flooding back and I exclaimed to my waiting adventurers, "this place smells like Vietnam." Well hello to you to!

The group opted for fresh rice paper rolls to start, followed by a number of beef and chicken phos and a salad of vermicelli noodles.

My beef pho was the perfect antedote to a cool winter night. The broth was both warming and flavoursome and the fresh herbs made it. As I washed it down with a Vietnamese lemon soda, I thought to myself, I could be in Hanoi.

As usual, our agenda was filled with discussions about food. And as our conversation turned to the Good Living section in Tuesday's herald and places that had been recently reviewed we noted that the "three of a kind" section seemed to be mirroring our adventures. Bomb alaska, ragu and cassoulet...hmmmmm, were we also setting their agenda?!?

Of course the standing agenda item of where to go next month was also discussed, and as the group settled on Tapas I declared my apologies for the next meeting. Buenos Aires here I come!

So here, I hand over the blogging reigns to my fellow adventurers. Adios!