Nothing too unusual about the spousal unit tucking into some Pho. Except, in this case, it had been almost five months since she had her last bowl of Asian soup noodles. We swore a solemn oath: never again.
Of course, we were saving ourselves for Melbourne because we knew the Asian food situation would be excellent. Within two blocks of my office at Monash University Caulfield, I had Thai, Malaysian, Japanese, Chinese, Indonesian, Korean, and Sri Lankan options. Another aspect of Melbourne I’d love to take home, along with public transit and the coffee lingo (e.g., ‘long black’ for Americano).
