I made pho from scratch more than a handful of months ago. After smelling and tasting it for some twelve hours, I didn’t want to eat it anymore. I’ve avoided pho ever since, but then, just the other day, I had a craving.
I started the long trek down Lawrence ever conscious of my low gas tank and rapidly inflating fuel prices. My intended target was Tank, but I just happened to spy Big Pho in a strip mall a couple blocks east of Pulaski. Hey, I’ll save some gas for the good of god and country, and try someplace different! Good for me!
I was warmly greeted by a young and attractive Vietnamese woman. She said they’ve been open about a year. Nice room, painted some fashionable light green. Approx fourteen four-tops. Picture menu with the usual assortment of phos, as well as expected, spring rolls, teriyaki, fried rice, and bubble teas. Prices comparable to Argyle, though selection is much more limited.
I ordered a basic pho (Tai) that comes with “rare steak.” I’m not much for all those other funky “meats” you can find in pho, though I got nothing against them. The room smelled delicious and my enormous steaming bowl and accoutrements promptly arrived.
Despite the letter similarity, pho is not very photogenic. Still, I quickly snapped a pic and would feel remiss not to share:

I requested and quickly received more lime (seems to be a recurring theme with me).
The pho was good, perfectly adequate, pronounced beefiness and cookie spices. Flavors more muted than Tank, but a definite complex mélange that was satisfying. The “rare steak” was gristle free, a first for me in my pho-experience.
While I slurped, I observed a happy all-Vietnamese crowd of diners. Two separate non-Asians came in for take-out.
So, as your geography and fuel budget dictate, Big Pho can ease your pho jones.
Oh yeah, they have off street parking. Unusually, I did not use the bathroom, though I’d be surprised they would be anything but clean given the front of the house.

Big Pho
“Casa del Fideo”
3737 W. Lawrence
773.478.8282
-ramon