Coming into Dalat, we had passed a restaurant called Com Chay which means vegetarian food. We had made plans to eat there, hoping to get a good bowl of pho. The menu listed dishes such as BBQ shrimp, beef fried vegetables and pho chay. I had the pho chay and Hilary went with the shrimp, thinking it was a bit odd that a place calling its self vegetarian would offer meat. As it turned out, there was no meat, instead both our dishes came with meat substitute, Hilary's looking like little shrimps and mine, well, I got at least three different types, all of which looked like sandwich meat. The pho was thick with oil that had to be eaten fast so it did not coagulate and form a nasty crust on the top, and the faux-meat was less than palatable fare. It was gross and rubbery, like you had bitten of some bicycle tire tubing. Calling the this stuff a meat substitute is like calling a spare tire a wheel replacement. Add to that the repugnant flavor the meatless meat gave the broth, and it's a wonder that I was able to stomach the dish. It's a credit to the constitution of my stomach I guess. Plus, just about the only vegetable in sight was the green onion diced up and layed over top. Worthless. 1.5 forks.
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