Sometimes I find it quite difficult to explain how or why I love certain places. After initiating a restaurant into your regular rotation, you rarely think about those things anymore. It just becomes a part of you, a part of the things you like, and a part of your regular experiences. Remarkable things turn into habit, almost like eating a bowl of cereal. Growing up on home-made Vietnamese food myself, I took for granted how great it is until I left home and couldn’t have access to it anymore. Luckily, I ended up moving to a city that is more than plentiful of places serving the exact things my inner child craves.

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Quoc Huong has been my go-to place to knosh on the beloved Vietnamese treat known as the bánh mì sandwich. Its ingredients are so simple yet so satisfying; nothing really beats a warm crunchy french bread loaf paired with marinated meat and pickled vegetables inside, right? I mean, right.

This stuff hits the spot so well, that I haven’t been able to bring myself to try many other places; the only time I have, I was greatly disappointed. And so I will stick to what I know, what I love. Not to mention, they also have another one of my favorite noodle soups – a dish not even my mother cooks at home! It’s similar to its famous cousin pho, but the ingredients are a bit more subtle and clean (usually featuring seafood and pork). To some extent, I think I’m probably just drawn to the look of the clear noodles themselves.

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I’m not quite sure what else to say, other than I’m lucky. I’m lucky to have grown up with great home-cooked meals. I’m lucky to be in a relationship with someone who loves the same cuisines I do. And I’m lucky that this food is all around me, making me feel at home again.

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