I've got a backlog of postings a mile long and no time on the horizon to get into the detail they deserve, but I did want to at least one in while it's fresh.
We tend to hit Nhu Hoa or Hai Yen out of habit when we do Argyle. Also, the boy knows them, and 6 year olds prize consistency. But after a quintessentially Norman Rockwell morning of throwing the junior-size football in the park amidst happy golden retrievers, chess players and joggers, we were in the mood for a hearty bowl of soup and a bit of adventure. So in we went to Cafe Hoang.
The place was about 80% full, exclusively populated with multi-generational asian families all eating enormous bowls of soup.
We got of to a slightly rocky start. Unacknowledged as we entered and paused by the door, we made our way between closely packed patrons to the counter at the back, where, standing and smiling gamely directly in front of three employees, we remained invisible. Finally I asked if any of the open tables were good for us to occupy and was pointed toward one of them.
From there things got better. Menus appeared, and food in reasonably good time thereafter, though our young waitress appeared to wish she were anywhere else in the universe but there on that Sat. afternoon.
The considerable upside of our visit was that everything was simply delicious. Generously portioned dishes, bright, fresh, clean flavors all around. Went for the simplest soup for the boy: chicken/rice noodle. About a half gallon of good rich broth, vigorously peppered, brimming over with noodles, large boneless hunks of chicken, and absolutely fresh bright green chives, cilantro, and scallion -- the latter assiduously avoided by the boy to whom "green flecks" are as kryptonite.
Two spring rolls were the standard noodle, pork slice, shrimp, green leaf version, but oh-so-fresh, well-proportioned and tightly, neatly wrapped.
I had the standard combo seafood, stirfried with fat rich noodles. Again, a very generous portion for $8.95. The noodles beautifully crunchy on the outside from pan frying, still chewy and sauce-absorbing within.
An empty mussel shell served as a make-shift ramekin to hold siriracha sauce for dipping.
Neither the menu, nor the style or execution was innovative, or different from any other storefront Vietnamese place, but it was like finding that great diner, where all the standards are done just a little bit better.
Cafe Hoang
1010 W. Argyle St
Chicago, IL
773-878-9943
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