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I have a soft spot in my heart for the hole in the wall in Garden Grove where I had my first ever bowl of pho, but I will somewhat begrudgingly admit that this was better. Best bowl of pho I’ve ever had.
Top of the line pastries and aesthetics? I didn’t even have to renew my passport and I’m saying hello to Paris.
I used to say I was always on the hunt for the best poke bowl out there. What will I say now?
I thought maybe The Yellow Chilli was going to be Indian food’s answer to plain old Chili’s (I want my baby back ribs.) But no. You can order cocktails and wine and the dishes are all about fifteen to twenty dollars. Is this how they do things in India? Or is this just a spin on a classic?
I was determined to figure out how to make it good, and creamy, and be that crazy hummus lady. So I got me my tahini and my chickpeas. I also picked up cilantro, parsley, a red pepper, garlic, and avocado. I looked at the lady at the grocery checkout and was like “Aren’t I a healthy, grown adult?” Except I didn’t say that, because that’s weird.
I’m pretty good at writing, and I’m pretty good at eating. So here is a food blog, like every Joe Schmo and their mother has, right? Pretty much, yeah. But as someone who has waned a blog basically her entire life, the time was pretty ripe to make one. And I really mean basically my entire life. I have the stacks of notebooks in my closet as proof of a life spent writing.