The question: how to kill time before the ABs kill the cowering Wallabies in the big Bledisloe I battle? The answer: head out Bankstown for an enormous bowl of steaming pho on a chilly winter morning. In hindsight, marching purposefully into the middle of red-blooded Wests territory decked out in the hallowed black jersey was about as wise as Richie taking a nap at the bottom of a Bok ruck. Maaate, if you can't get through a set of six you got no place out here. It's all about the hit-ups maaate. Rock - being pretty sure he'd need his spine set in six places after half a Willie Mason hit-up and equally sure a set of six Carlton Draught's would have similar effect - turned his attention to selecting the perfect pho pitstop.
Jetstar says they fly to Vietnam for a hundred bucks, but a stunning 59 minutes investigation reveals they actually just circle Sydney for 8 hours before touching down at Bankstown airport. Odds are 90% of the passengers wouldn't know the difference. Welcome to Pho Town! Pho Nam, Pho Nguyen, Pho City, Pho World, Pho Galaxy, Pho Universe... Well pho me! When the product is this homogenised how the heck do you choose a restaurant?
Remember the Yellow Pages Thai-riffic ad? Well, let's see how many lame puns we can come up with "pho". Rock's winning entry - Photon, where you can get steaming pho, juicy wontons, and a thesis on string theory, all at your friendly local pho shop.In other news, Rock spots a faded Wallaby jumper across the scrum of pho-slurpers.
Rock desecrates Paramatta Park, just next door to the Eels' home ground, with a mighty battle call to battle. And then flees in haste as a convoy of low-slung Holdens heads his way...
Darn it, still an hour before the ABs stride out onto fabled turf of the MCG.
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