Lunch With The Sister

Last week, I took the sister out to lunch. The fact that she can’t feed herself really doesn’t matter. It’s a way to get her out of the house and get some air, it’s really not for the food.

However, one of my favorite things to do is eat, so I constantly look for a place that has great ethnic food, a place where the cook is indigenous to the country whose fare the restaurant boasts. This place is one of those. It’s a Vietnamese pho (roughly translated noodle soup) place. It’s a place that where the cook, the waiter, and the patrons are mostly Vietnamese.

So like I said, the sister can’t feed herself, so I get her a lot of things that doesn’t require the use of hands. I get her a lot of drinks with straws.

This is what I order, a bowl of steaming hot pho with noodles, rare flank steak and other unmentionables.  It’s delicious. I guess the sister could have used a straw to drink out of the bowl. I have long gotten over the fact that people stare at us with pity when I’m out with her, but drinking soup out of a bowl with a straw in public may be pushing the envelope.

Instead, I order her a simple rice and beef meal and I feed her with chopsticks.

I order this every time I go to this place. It’s a coconut, red bean, and jelly drink. I don’t have the ingredients at home to make it, so it’s my treat every time I go there. I’m going to find out and send all of you the recipe.

I am so hungry.