I had the Spring rolls (bi cuon) on Tuesday. ‘Just OK.’ They might have been too cold. (I didn’t heat them up at all after pulling them from the fridge) The rice really tasted dry. Maybe I should have eaten them the day I got them; only there was no way I could.
My problem is that banh mi seems to be becoming the next food fad (currently I can get it from five different places within three blocks of my San Francisco office. None of them were there three years ago). And it seems they’re getting Americanized in the process. The rolls are getting doughier and the vegetables less pickled. And generally the peppers are not particularly hot.
So, even though I have so many so easily available I still save it up and instead have the treat every once in a while of Cam Huong in Oakland’s Chinatown.
Inspired by this thread, I finally got off my butt and drove up to Pho Hai Yen (850 Rainier Ave So) and bought three bahn mi (one each pork, chicken, and tofu) to share with my family.
The conclusion? Mrs. R, always a tough sell on new foods, thought they were “interesting”; Littlest R, who’d had bahn mi before, thought they were better than the bahn mi she’d had at a party a while ago.
Myself, I thought they were very good, especially the pork and chicken. The tofu, not so much. I’ll definitely be having them again.