The Thousands

Bang Bang. What a name for a restaurant! Or anything else for that matter. Perhaps it has some cultural relevance, but we’ll never know because of the great Wikipedia blackout. How am I meant to sound like I know what I’m talking about?

Bang Bang. It’s the new Vietnamese joint on High Street. I know, I know, good Vietnamese food is only meant to exist in certain places – your Victoria Streets, your Footscrays and, reportedly, your Prestons. The disturbingly long simmering time required to achieve a really deep, spicy pho stock seems to bypass all other areas. But word on the street is this place is up there with the best of them.

Bang Bang. I went there yesterday, with my friend and his daughter. She wouldn’t talk to me; being near me made her cry. My awkward attempts to win her over only upset her more. Eventually, I gave up and focused on the pho. It was great, really heady stuff. Spicy broth, fresh pink beef, a really good sambal. We asked for pickled onion, the man told us “No”. I respect a good vibe out. Bang Bang!