I don’t eat meat, yet every time a server emerges from the kitchen at Moonlight Cafe, walking underneath long strips of yellow and pink neon lights that look like they’re straight from the 1990s, I hope that the bowl of meaty pho on their tray is mine.
The pho’s rice noodles are covered in chunks of meat shaped into little balls, triangles, and half-moons that look like sliced chicken thighs. A crispy hunk of something that looks like a pork crackling sits on top.
What makes a vegetarian like me order this pile of flesh? All of the meat in this soup is fake. And seriously, their approximation of beef pho is better than the real thing. (I used to eat beef, okay?)
