Paris makes you fall in love with things like Pho.

(I DON'T KNOW WHY I FORGOT TO POST THIS SO IT'S A LITTLE LATE.)

I never liked pho in the states. When everyone went to go eat pho, I would get the fried rice. But David would make me spoonfuls and I would eat it (I'm not a baby.) and that would be okay but I couldn't imagine getting my own bowl. I didn't want to get addicted to it like everyone else. Like people get addicted to coffee. But today, I had my own bowl.. I ate it because I have been craving asian food and because I am pushed to my limits everyday...and that includes eating pho! And it wasn't too shabby. So please, when I'm back in the states and ya'll are gonna go eat pho...HOLLA!!!!! 

Anyways, we made our way to the Chinese District and found ourselves a "crackin'" pho place called Pho 14. Isn't it crazy how they still have numbers here like they do in the states? And isn't it crazy how Tommy has never heard of pho in his life before? Hence, the rolls bowl in the pictures...

We'll definitely be back to look for some more pho...AND BOBA!!!!!!