The Bui family, circa 1995

A Bowl of Pho

by Andrew Bui

Every Tuesday, when it would be my parents’ turn to work the closing shift of their restaurant, my newly-licensed brother would drive my sister and me over to a little strip mall for dinner. I liked my pho plain – rice noodles, broth, and a couple of meatballs. Not even shaved onions or scallions were…

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