"Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you about a place in San Francisco that 's so good, it 's almost criminal! It 's called My Father 's Kitchen, but don 't be fooled by the name I 've checked, and none of our fathers are actually cooking in there. I know, I was disappointed too.Now, the first thing you notice when you walk into My Father 's Kitchen is that it 's not really a kitchen. It 's a restaurant! The audacity! They 're serving up Vietnamese cuisine, and let me tell you, their pho is so good, it makes you wonder if maybe they should 've called it "Pho licious Kitchen. "But enough about names, let 's talk about the food. I ordered their famous banh mi, and folks, it was so loaded with flavor, I almost had to call a flavor paramedic. You know, someone who specializes in resuscitating your taste buds after they 've been overwhelmed by an explosion of deliciousness.And you know what 's great about eating Vietnamese food? You get to practice your chopstick skills! I 'm not sure why the ancient Vietnamese decided to make eating so difficult, but hey, it 's worth it for the food. Plus, it 's a good excuse to make a mess and blame it on cultural differences.The service at My Father 's Kitchen was top notch, too. The staff were so friendly, you 'd think they were trying to convince you that they were actually your long lost relatives. It was like a family reunion, only without the awkward conversations and political arguments.So, if you 're ever in San Francisco and looking for a place to grab a bite, remember My Father 's Kitchen. Just don 't expect to find your dad in there, flipping burgers or making pasta. But you know what? With food that good, you won 't even care."
