On my way to the bus stop today, I was stunned to note that Pho <redacted> is still in business. I ate there once eight or so years ago. It is far and away the least-orderly noodle shop I’ve ever been in… no doorknobs on the doors, the entrance is blocked by a freezer, there are no menus, etc.
Once a long time ago a vegeterian friend told me that the place was good, and plus, the (magic-markered sign) in the window says that their noodles are ‘the best’ and also I was starving, so I ordered despite being the only customer. I don’t mean for this to be a review or anything, so I’m just going to say that I did not enjoy the soup and, in fact, was somewhat afraid to eat the soup.
So… I could’ve paid and bolted, except it was just me and the owner in there, and I found myself overcome with shame at rejecting her soup and humble establishment. So I did a very strange thing: I programmed my phone to ring me back, then answered it, and then announced that I had to leave urgently and asked for a to-go container. I took my soup-to-go down the street and dropped in in the trash.