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Little Window’s North Vietnamese Chicken Pho is Perfect for the SF Summer Gloom

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Mark Twain’s oft-quoted appraisal of S.F’s cruel and spiteful summer climate has been ringing in my ears for about a month now; July hit and like clockwork the Great Grayness was pulled over the length and width of S.F like a wool blanket being drawn up to the chin of a bed-ridden, tubercular Fyodor Dostoevsky.  Sun can sometimes be felt and seen in the city on these dark days, but only if you head east.  My culinary mission propelled me instead in the opposite direction, towards the ever-deepening gloom of The Outer Sunset, towards a steaming bowl of pho.

Our featured neighborhood, the O.S, can seem at a glance while shooting through it beach-bound to be without accent or landmark, but upon a closer perusal random commercial zones reveal themselves here and there.  The limits of one such micro-district, along Noriega Street, are set by Sunset Boulevard to the west and, roughly-speaking, 29th Street to the east.  Situated therein is Quan Ngon, aka Little Window.  It’s a Northern Vietnamese style restaurant, specializing in pho. The proprietor helpfully enumerated a few prominent distinctions between the northern and southern pho thusly: the presence of a flat rice noodle, and the absence of the usual plate of accompaniments (basil or mint, shredded cabbage or bean sprouts), except for a small heap of sliced jalapeño.  Little Window is particular known for their pho ga, i.e. chicken pho.  In lesser hands pho ga can be underwhelming and bland, but these folks have done magical things with the broth, which smells of rich chicken stock and fragrant aromatics that I couldn’t and wasn’t interested in demystifying, even if they had been willing to divulge the recipe.  The meat was generously apportioned and the noodles perfectly cooked with bits of scallion and cilantro clinging to their opalescent folds.  Little Window also makes an amazing sauce about which I remained willfully incurious about and which added a throat-clearing heat and dimension to the already complex cauldron.   I might be straining for adjectives had my subject been a frozen daiquiri, but I admit the charms of this pho was magnified by the way in which its fine qualities contrasted with the state of the outdoors.

For all you bean-counters, the large bowl of pho ga set me back eight dollars.  The only thing missing was beer, but that was remedied by a visit afterward to the neighboring bar, called Firefly Lounge, a mostly-locals spot whose mildewed charms might induce me to write it up one of these days.  But not today; my manual joints are too stiff from the chill seeping between the cracks of my rickety bedroom window.  Mark Twain would no doubt call me a big pussy.


Quan Ngon
2511 Noriega St (@ 32nd Avenue)
[Outer Sunset]

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Fatt Mink

I was born into a family of bookworms and staunch pinkos in downtown San Jose, California.
I lived in San Francisco from 2002-2016, during which time I studied music and Italian at S.F State and worked as a waiter and bartender in restaurants and bars both foul and divine; I credit my considerable experience in the industry with birthing my eternal burnin' love for food and booze, still a driving force in my life. I lived in Rome for 8 months in 2016 and then moved to Guadalajara, Mexico, where I currently write for a newspaper and play music.

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