Anger Burger

On of the first things I did when I rolled back into my home town was make my mom go out to phở with me.  In Olympia, the phở choices are pretty good (there’s a large Vietnamese population), but for convenience we inevitably go to Phở Hoa.

Which isn’t to say that Phở Hoa is bad – it isn’t the best I’ve had, but it’s reliable and fast and there is almost always a table open.  It’s one of those rare conditions where elements other than the food make a restaurant a favorite.

My only real beef with Phở Hoa is that they always skimp on the shrubbery – but to be fair, I think they do because the locals don’t eat a lot of it.  They’ll bring more if you ask, of course.  Still.  I like to see a tower of lawn clippings without having to invest any effort into it.

The next most immediate destination is my favorite barista in the Pacific Northwest, Fraoigh.  She works at B&B’s Dancing Goats down at the Farmer’s Market, where she’s drastically underappreciated I’m sure (I mean, as far as I can tell she isn’t carried around town in a palanquin, so I assume she’s underappreciated).

Today for a treat she made us a secret off-menu cocktail she calls a Bibi Cream.  I don’t want to leak her secret formula or anything, but for the most part you can figure it out.  Bibicaffe.  Some cream.  And something else.  You’ll just have to let her go make you one should you pass through Olympia, Washington.  Though she warns that she’ll ask the secret password, which is to pronounce and spell her name correctly.  Good luck.