Culinary lesson of the week: sometimes your mother is right

Today Justin and I revisted Pho Pastuer in Parramatta, since we haven't been there for a while. He had the 'epic rice platter', while I had vegetarian spring rolls. In hindsight, I probably should've had the same as him, because I was nursing a vomitty feeling in my throat on the trip home. (When I got home, I  had to dash straight for the fridge for a glass of soft drink to 'help with the indigestion')

Mum mentioned earlier today that the best place for Vietnamese food was Cabramatta and that Parra wasn't that  great...