So in recent months, I’ve been going to have some sort of pho now and then. I’ve noticed that pho is a nice fellowship food largely because of its wide appeal and general availability. For some reason, Chinese people like pho a lot. Not only do we like it a lot, but it happens to be everywhere in Toronto and more importantly, it’s one of the few things that don’t suck in Waterloo, provided you go to the one near Conestoga (plaza pho is fairly garbage).

Usually, I go there just for an extra-large bowl of pho with everything in it. Raw beef, cooked beef, tripe, beef balls, everything. I mean, half the tastiness of pho is eating cow, so I like my pho to contain large sums of cow. However, one of the times I was in Waterloo, when my friends from Toronto were visiting, I decided to get one of those ominous mango milkshakes. This was not an unwise decision, considering that we were waiting there for over an hour.

Unfortunately, in terms of expense, the decision was unwise. It wasn’t that it wasn’t worth it. It totally was. I’m sure you’ve all had a milkshake before at one point. But this was a milkshake made of mango. Mangoes are the ultimate fruit. No other can rival it. So while your monotonous chocolate, strawberry, or vanilla milkshakes are quite tasty, mango milkshakes are clearly superior.

Of course, the problem now is that whenever I happen to traverse into a pho place to satiate my hunger for extra large quantities of beef in noodle soup, I am assailed by the temptation to get myself a tall glass of that delicious mangoey mango milkshake. It is quite a problem, since extra large pho is extra costly, so adding that to the cost of a super-tasty milkshake equals a large sum of money that I would rather not depart from my wallet so quickly.

But it’s so good. ;_;