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A nice bowl of menudo is the magic cure down here. It coats your stomach and helps you rehydrate. It’s especially therapeutic if you’ve grow up with the stuff and have mentally accepted it is a cure.
I know so many people who love menudo but the smell makes me gag
Pho it is, then.
I’ve never tried Pho but I’ve seen like 3 people mention it so I need to see what the hype is about. It’s a shame in my town the only Asian food is “Chinese” and sushi
I hear you. My dad was a menudo making wizard. If you think the finished dish smells bad, you’d hate it being cooked. We had a burner in the garage specifically so that dad could cook menudo outside of the house. Everyone loved the finished product. l didn’t really start to like it until my teenage years and now I can’t get enough. I guess it reminds me of dad.