Yesterday I indulged my American side and had hamburgers and hot dogs. This morning I had Vietnamese
pho.
Lil' sis came back from breakfast at
Pho 79 Restaurant - Alhambra with a to-go container for me.
"I brought you
pho," she said before hopping into the shower.
I opened the container and dumped out the noodles only to find
Pho Ga (Vietnamese Chicken Noodle Soup). To borrow one of her phrases, doesn't she know me at all? I don't like
pho ga. :( I mean, I'll eat it, but I'd rather have
Pho Bo (Vietnamese Beef Noodle Soup).
Lil' sis came out of the shower and wondered why I was so quiet.
"How come you got me
pho ga?" I asked mournfully, while staring at my bowl of half-eaten noodles and debating whether to finish it.
"I didn't," she said. "I got you
pho dac biet." (Vietnamese special beef noodle soup.)
Oh. Lil' sis does know me after all.
It was Pho 79 who screwed up. Hmph! The
pho ga had small strips of white breast meat and two quail eggs, but overall it was rather bland. Lil' sis ate some, and I tossed the rest.
In "
Tasting Food, Tasting Freedom: Excursions into Eating, Power, and the Past," anthropologist Sidney Mintz argues that there is no such thing as an American cuisine. We either mention regional specialties such as Cajun or Creole dishes, or hamburgers, hot dogs, and pizzas. Mintz does credit the African influence on American cuisine in the creation of Southern dishes like gumbo. But a national cuisine, one in which everyone cooks, eats, and talks about doesn't, or has yet to, exist. He claims this is one of our country's strengths, a reflection of our democracy and ethnic diversity.