I think I know how it is pronounced, but I can’t be certain. I’ve never had a misunderstanding when ordering. Sometimes I just point to the number next to it on the menu to avoid embarrassment. The waiters understand. If I called it Fa instead of Fuh…or Pho instead of Faux would I create an international incident? I think not.
The snow—or is that sleet or freezing rain—might be coming down for the 500th time in this endless winter, yet I’m inside happily slurping noodles in a warm aromatic oxtail-based, star anise-scented broth. The ability to pluck out thinly-sliced, braised in the broth, round steak—or maybe a gelatinous piece of tendon with chopsticks adds to my sense of contentment.
When I eat Pho, I often think of Otis Redding’s “Sad Song,” also known as “Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa.” But there is nothing sad about this Fa.
Or is it Fuh?
Below is some music to eat Pho by
Fried Neck Bones...and some home fries 
Oh but where? & awesome MG’s footage !
That Pho was courtesy of Thai Son on Baxter Street in Chinatown, NYC.
Brian,We have a new pho place near us on first and 54th
Hey Brian. It’s always nice to get an image of the city, even just a walk in the cold and hot bowl of soup. I appreciate it.