"Most late nights, folks wait for a table at Mai’s Restaurant as though stumbling around a hospital’s triage waiting area. Dressed in club wear, everyone clamors for a table as staff whizz by squawking, “excuse me!” with heavy, loaded trays. Ask for any phở, and you be rewarded just as quickly with a massive bowl of broth, vermicelli, and tender beef that will erase whatever choices you may or may not have made that sent you to Mai’s in the first place." - chelsea thomas