It's wise to give consumers options even when specializing in one specific area of the market, unless it's Boston Market and the area is sides -- why would anyone not order the Mediterranean green beans! Rounding out his offerings of Asian sustenance: the guy behind Pho DC.
Opening in Chinatown by a dude who also owns the neighborhood's Kanyala Thai and pan Asian Spice, Pho's a broth-brewing, brick-walled 65-seater decked with elegant...ish Asian accents like a shimmering, gong-golden wall-inset panel, as well as lighted columns and an interlocking wood-beamed liquor rack reminiscent of one of their continent's pagodas, very few of which are older than our continent's Vagodas. Slurp-able victuals include a thick rice noodle/fiery beef joint called Hue's Style Spice, as well as their namesake soup, like one with well done brisket/ tendon/ tripe/ meatballs, or a shredded chicken affair, the broths of which are cooked with more meat & bone -- also what Arnold Schwarzenegger's grandmother complained he was turning into whenever he came over for dinner. The non-liquid sustenance is similarly hearty, and comes via a marinated grilled pork dish w/ a crispy spring roll on vermicelli, a pork/black mushrooms/baby corn combo all steamed together in a clay pot, and their specialty: a "broken rice"/Asian sausage/ pork chop/ shredded pork/tofu-wrapped-shrimp mash up they call their "Signature Rice" -- which now that he's retired, is even more valuable.
For those desirous of even more liquidity, the bar's serving 12 bottles (from Asahi to Singha), and specialty cocktails like the vodka/ gin/ rum/ tequila/ Midori sour/ 7UP "Tokyo Ice Tea", or a vodka/ peach schnapps/ cranberry/ soda "Woo Woo", a drink so whackily named, it'll have you splitting your sides...unless of course they're those luscious Mediterranean green beans.