Good Pho You

Long waits between appetizer and main course. Apparently no service if you're not Spanish looking. I ordered first, the table behind me arrived about 10 minutes after me but we got the food together. Even the check - got tired of waiting and had to walk up to the cashier to ask for it. Looks deliberate. They think we tip more when we pay at the cashier looking into the face of the cashier. Actually I would have tipped more if they would have just smiled and asked for refill atleast once. The entire restaurant was empty except for 1 other table behind me. The soup was bland at best. The spring roll was actually a cucumber roll with a small piece of shrimp. Fastfood offers better service and smiles than this place.

Coming here for years, best Pho in the Valley.

I ordered Uber Eats from the store restaurant, and the food was one of the worst Fois I ever had. They didn’t include silverware. No napkin container was open. It was the worst experience. Never order from these guys.

My favorite and the best Pho, highly recommend

Very friendly and efficient service. I can't say that this was the BEST pho I've ever had, but it was pretty great. We also got the appetizer sampler, which featured the best eggrolls I've ever tasted. Very reasonably priced, we'll be back.

In the shadow of Granada Hills' faded grandeur, where sunshine glares through dusty windows and buildings wear their age like weary frowns, I embarked on a quest for comfort: a steaming bowl of pho. Elder parents in tow, lured by the siren song of slurpable noodles and fragrant broth, we ventured into a hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese joint boasting of good Google reviews. Alas, the promise of warmth dissipated along with the non-existent air conditioning. The cavernous space, empty yet oddly oppressive, welcomed us with stifling heat and the flickering neon glow of fluorescent lights. Two friendly young women manned the cash register, a beacon of hospitality in the dimly lit interior. Optimism clung to us, fueled by the anticipation of fragrant broths and springy rice noodles. We ordered generously, two steaming bowls of pho, a sizzling plate of Cha Gio (those Vietnamese spring rolls you know and love), and a comforting beef rice dish. Senior menus, a small victory in the realm of escalating appetites, shaved a modest four dollars off each pho, a welcome reprieve. Then, the first domino: no lettuce wraps for the Cha Gio. Just the lonely dip, staring vacantly at the vibrant tapestry of shredded carrots, mint, and basil. Strike one. The pho arrived, generous in portion, but sadly lacking the ethereal depth of truly great bowls. The noodles, competent but uninspired, swam in a broth that whispered more of blandness than nuanced spice. We shared, slurped, and enjoyed, fueled by the joy of family and the fleeting thrill of gluttony. The beef rice followed, another melody of "edible but unexceptional." Flavors played it safe, nothing to write home about or send carrier pigeons to announce a culinary revelation. Still, we ate, the portions dwindling, content with the quiet company and the gentle comfort of a familiar cuisine. But then, as if the universe conspired against our humble feast, the bill arrived. The senior discount, vanished! Apparently, in the culinary code of this particular establishment, sharing was not caring. Eight precious dollars, pilfered by a policy as baffling as it was petty. We grumbled internally, choosing silent smiles over festive conflict. Arguing during Christmas season, even against gastronomic injustice, seemed less appealing than a swift escape. So we paid, thanked the world for the lukewarm experience, and wished them a very happy new year. As we stepped back into the sun-drenched streets, the warmth felt somehow different, tinged with the disappointment of a culinary letdown. The pho, it turned out, was just a footnote in the fading landscape of Granada Hills, a reminder that good eats, like true warmth, aren't always easy to find in the shadows. This, my friends, is a critic's lament, a ballad of acceptable noodles and misplaced discounts sung under the unforgiving spotlight of a forgotten suburb. And while the memory of that pho may fade with time, the lesson it taught will linger: in the vast culinary landscape, the search for truly great flavors, like the pursuit of true warmth, is a journey worth taking, even if it sometimes leads to empty bowls and chilly hearts.

W everything I always get the chicken fried rice and gosh do they give a lot! the chicken pho is just unique!

Unfortunately got food poisoning had the shrimp Spring Rolls, Fried Dumplings, and Pho Beef Brisket. It all tasted great but I got sick that same night and into the next day.