
Last weekend we hit Charlotte, North Carolina, again to visit my sister and her husband. I think it’s telling that we’re rounding the two-year mark of living in the Deep South and every time we enter a metropolis larger than ours, we’re sprinting towards the nearest Asian restaurant we can find. It reminds me of being a kid again, when my parents would make monthly trips to Atlanta (a two-hour drive from where I grew up), and we’d spend the entire day shopping for Chinese groceries and eating dim sum. Up until the age of 16, I grew up pretty much believing that Atlanta was one giant Asian city.
This time, after a morning visit to Discovery Place Kids (another amazing kid-tastic experience), we drove to Cornelius, a suburb of Charlotte, to have lunch at Pho Nam. My sister and her husband’s regular Vietnamese spot is Vietnam Grille, so it was nice for all of us to have something new.







YES! He and that pho had something going on that I don’t even want to know about.
OMG his eyes closed?!?!?! I was there though, that picture doesn’t even fully explain what he did to that bowl of pho.