Flash back roughly three months ago and I was in my packed dorm room laying on my naked blue mattress. I had spent the past four years of my life residing in Allston, a borough of Boston consisting of mostly college students. With my bags packed and exams completed, I knew I had one more culinary adventure. Every day I would walk past Super 88, an Asian food court, on my way to class. It’s smell would entice me, but its appearance….let’s just say it was sub par. I was afraid of it but its smell was so delectable and delicious I couldn’t not ignore its steamy glass doors. I yearned to know what went on behind those windows covered in condensation. Last day of college: Super 88….check.
I ordered Bun Bo Hue (I think) which is like a spicy beef noodle soup.