Here's a cute, little story from a bygone New York City: My husband and I once became friends with an Asian guy who hailed from… Georgia. A tiny window of opportunity opened for the three of us to meet at that exact time, in those exact circumstances...
And we got lucky, because our new friend was a true gentleman - good values, exquisite taste, and a voice that could absolutely crush Sinatra during our karaoke hangouts, even though he was our age.
Let’s just call him John.
John introduced us to, hands down, the best pho place we have ever visited: District Saigon in the lovely borough of Astoria, where we all lived at the time. My husband, a genuine New Yorker - or really, a Brooklynite - was of course familiar with ph...
From the very first time we dined there, we were not hooked. We were enchanted.
District Saigon had that perfect New York neighborhood-restaurant magic: cozy but polished, casual but stylish, the kind of place that feels easy enough for a weeknight dinner but special enough to remember years later. They offer cocktails, happy ho...
Their District Pho came with a marrow bone in it. To be fair, if you did not grow up in a culture that values bone marrow, you may not immediately appreciate it. But for those of us who do, it is culinary gold: rich, nourishing, silky, deeply savory,...
They have other variations too, including the Wood & Herb Smoked Brisket Pho, which we also fell for and then stuck with for good. There are chicken and vegan options as well, plus a whole menu of bánh mì, dumplings, noodle bowls, fried rice, win...
Now, it has been a few years since we last visited, and I do remember a period when they pulled the marrow bone from their signature dish, so I cannot personally guarantee that the place is exactly as magical as it used to be. But the reviews are sti...
And let me finish on a sentimental note here.
There are times when I miss New York City like crazy, because I remember its last golden moments. I feel lucky that I got to ride that last epic wave before everything changed. My husband misses the long walks from Downtown over the Brooklyn Bridge a...
But I am happy that at least the three of us got the timing right... John, too, had plans to move back to his hometown down South, and we believe he followed through.
Maybe someday soon we will all get another chance to meet in the City That Never Sleeps - because it’s too busy dancing.