Italy ~ the land of pasta, pizza, and everything carb-loaded. Since arriving, I've been indulging in authentic Italian pasta daily, living my best pasta-loving life.
But as much as I adore pasta, my Asian soul will always crave the flavors of home. Legit Italian pasta is on another level ~ and yet.
01Pho Pho, Firenze
You can take the girl out of Asia, but you can't take Asia out of the girl. So I did what any homesick Asian would do ~ I hunted down an Asian restaurant.
My BnB host, who happened to be a restaurant manager, invited me to their Vietnamese food spot. Perfect timing.
Pho Pho Asian / Vietnamese Food
Via Sant'Antonino, 11R, 50123 Firenze FI
I can't even begin to describe how much I needed that meal. Maybe it was the longing for familiar flavors. Maybe it was just that damn good. Either way ~ it hit different. Like finding a missing puzzle piece you didn't even know was missing.
02Epiphany Moment
I think I prefer Vietnamese food over Chinese food now.
Healthier
Less oily
Spring rolls = Pure Magic. Perfectly fried.
Manager's discount, a rose cocktail, and a warm bowl of soup. If that's not a love language, I don't know what is.
03Next Stop: Rome
Filipinos will always crave rice ~ no matter where we are in the world. Asian food is life. And Rome is calling.
What am I most excited about? Not the Pantheon. Not the Colosseum.
Jollibee.
My Airbnb is a five-minute walk away. That excites me more than all the Roman ruins combined.
Asian food is life. No matter where.
Hallelujah, Chickenjoy ~ here I come.
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