I am Shamurai.

It was 80°F, hot, humid, and muggy in Brisbane when I made the decision to walk to West End for a bowl of phở.  Not that I knew phở was there, just instinct told me there would be phở near Boundary Street (formerly the line at which people of a certain character were forbidden to pass).  I believe this delicious bowl was the more so elusive northern phở that is more difficult to find in San Francisco.  

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   now i’m hungry :(

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    Using one’s Sixth Sense for Pho down under where...kangaroos roam Phonatic Ayman Shamma...

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