The standard candle by which I hold all pho-lames (flames) is (or maybe was) in Haltom City, Cafe Hop.

The best. When I lived there, the spring rolls got bigger the better they liked you. I visited 3 years ago and it was still around. The little boy who helped his mom was still there, grown up after 20 years. The mom went from black to silvery white hair, working in the kitchen, just like her mom did in the early 2000s.

I miss that place. When I worked in the Mid-Shitties, I'd go there for lunch daily. $9 for a large pho sac biet, spring rolls, and a café sua da. Cheaper than groceries for a 20-something kid.