But it was the closest thing we could find. Peter was hungry, so on our way to the movies, he had stated that he had a craving for Pho. So, we drove to Pho Hoacali Express right by my house. Many years ago, the pho places in San Diego all seemed to have the same name (Hoacali). I think they were all owned by the same group of people who all decided it would be best if they weren't all business partners any longer (kinda like why the gays who owned Hamburger Mary's and Margarita Mary's started suing the hell out of one another so that now, neither restaurant possesses the name Mary--and they were all friends at one time!).
Pho Hoacali was able to keep its name, but unlike the other pho restaurants, this one was quite tiny.
The waiters didn't bother telling us there was a waiting list, so Peter and I, along with this rather cute white guy, Jimmy, and his Asian "date" just stood there until we saw a woman put her name on the list, and cut ahead of us!
(that's her--GRRR!). We ended up getting the table next to her and her husband, who would just let his chair hit mine whenever he'd need to get in. Elderly Asians have this belief that the younger ones need to show respect by shutting their mouth and letting the older ones treat us like crap when they feel like it. I really felt like telling the man I was right next to him, but eventually he just sat down and ate his food.
The food really was just OK in the end. It wasn't something that I would have thought to be spectacular, but it did come to my table quickly. The broth tasted OK, again, nothing that I haven't tasted before...but it was cheap. And the portions were quite big (I wasn't able to eat half of the bowl!).
If they would tell us next time that there was a waiting list, and if the other customers weren't so rude, perhaps the experience would have been better.
Pho Hoacali Express
9170 Mira Mesa Boulevard
San Diego CA 92126
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