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Bowled over by Pho 95

We all watched as the little girl with the blue leotard and blonde hair staggered on the mats. We all watched as she stood there, staring blindly out into the crowd, glancing up at the uneven bars, furrowing her small brows.

Everyone in the place was watching. The room was quiet. Not silent (that would've only happened in the movie version of this moment), but expectant.

"She's gotta get back up there," said a man at a table on the other side of the room. "She's got to."

One more smiling customer at Pho 95.
One more smiling customer at Pho 95.

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Pho 95

1401 S. Federal Blvd.
Denver, CO 80219

Category: Restaurant > Vietnamese

Region: Southwest Denver

Pho 95

6879 S. Vine St.
Littleton, CO 80122

Category: Restaurant > Vietnamese

Region: Southeast Denver Suburbs

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Pho 95
Pho $5.35/$6/$6.45
Tenderloin special add $2
Spring rolls $3.25
Egg rolls $4.50
To see more of Pho 95, go to westword.slideshow.com. Contact the author at jason.sheehan@westword.com.
1002 South Federal Boulevard
303-936-3322
Hours: 9 a.m.-9 p.m. daily

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By one of the community tables in the middle of the floor, the two waiters had stopped, stunned, when the little girl had fallen — smashing her chest and chin into the bars, hitting the ground on her feet, dazed but somehow unbroken. Now they sat, both of them having sunk into chairs to stare up at the big TV at the back of the room on which, for some reason, an entire restaurant full of people was watching women's gymnastics. All of us riveted. No one able to look away.

"They'll show it again," someone said.

"She has to get back up there first."

No one was eating. No one was talking about anything else. Everyone was twisted in their seats, staring at the screen while the little girl stood, frozen. Aaron Le, the young owner of the restaurant, maybe one of the great floormen in Denver right now, stood off to the side near the registers, watching the TV at an angle, but also watching his customers, waiting for the spell to break. The waiters were stuck, transfixed by the drama on the screen. The rest of us were all leaning forward, watching the little girl, willing her to get back up on the bars, to move, to blink, to do something.

But she didn't. She stood there, staring, gasping for breath, every camera capturing her in tight close-up. The announcers were muttering softly, using their golf-course voices. And for what might've been ten seconds, might've been an hour, everyone in the dining room at Pho 95 waited along with the girl.

Finally, as if suddenly released from the enchantment of the lights, she slapped her hands together, turned and made a leap for the bars, finishing her routine without incident. And while none of us cheered (that would've been cheesy) or applauded (again, save it for the Hollywood script treatment), we, too, felt released from something — a crack in the invisible ice that'd kept us all rooted, for a minute or an hour, in our places, all eyes stuck on one small girl whose name we didn't even know.

"Hey, brother! How you doing?" Le's voice suddenly sounded from the back of the floor, his smile focused like a laser over the heads of the seated parties, welcoming the next table.

The waiters stood. People turned to once again sink their faces into the aromatic steam rising from their bowls of pho.

It'd been a strange moment of togetherness in the dining room — twenty or thirty or forty adults all stuck in place, watching girl's gymnastics — but it spoke somehow to the magic of the room rather than the oddity of the moment. There's just something about Pho 95 that inspires such togetherness, creates a temporary community that clicks in the minute you walk through the door and doesn't leave you quite so fast when going the other direction.

Part of the magic is the food: pho, pho and more pho, the most recognizable example of the Vietnamese canon, a street food lifted whole from the avenues of Saigon and Bien Hoa (where Le was born and grew up) and brought to the United States by waves of immigrants who came here following the war and the reconstruction. Pho is a family meal. It is Vietnamese fast food. It is eaten all day and all night and represents the soul of an entire cuisine. And the best pho shops — those that remain most true to the style and temper of the originals half a world away — are ones that serve fast and generously to a crowd of fans who all immediately become neighbors, whether or not they truly are neighbors in any physical sense.

On Saturday night — the night of the gymnastics competition, my first time in Pho 95's dining room — this crowd was a mutt's bag of Vietnamese families and couples out on cheap dates, of youth and age, of white kids like me and crowds of Asian teenagers and tables of Mexican guys looking for soup and company. They sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the community tables that run down the center of Pho 95's single, boxy dining room, or scattered around in the booths that line the walls. Everyone was eating pho, because even though there are a few noodle bowls on Pho 95's menu, a couple rice dishes, pho is what this kitchen does best (and perhaps better than anyone else in town), and everyone seemed to be a close, personal friend of Le's — regardless of whether they'd ever met him before.

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