Seriously Bad Soup
I truly am sorry I can’t always bring the best of Vietnamese cuisine to the curious here. Yes, it was bound to happen, and it finally did. I am surprised it took 264 meals though. This is a meal summed up in one word: disgusting. And I use the term meal loosely as this bowl of mì Quảng was fit for no one.
This one was so salty and so nasty I couldn’t even finish it. I might as well have just taken an IV drip from the ocean directly into my body. Even the meat tasted like how I would imagine a horse’s salt lick. I managed three bites of this and called it quits. At least my wallet is only about a buck fifty lighter from this crap.
My Quang My Son is the name of this fine purveyor of what should have been tasty noodles and broth. I feel bloated and salt logged just remembering the insipid taste. Choi oi! Enough said.
Down The Street and Back Again 
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