Back before the millennium, there was a Tao of everything. There was a book called The Tao Of Pooh, and even a movie called The Tao Of Steve. Never had the West been so interested in Eastern culture as America fused the secrets of the Orient with other crazes of the modern era. Suddenly, trends like Kung Fu and Kawasaki were riding shotgun with Mullets and the Macarena. Many faded, and others have stayed. No need to explain which.

But somewhere along the silk road to culinary exploration, we really screwed the panda by adopting Kimchi and Sushi over one of the most flavorful, colorful, reasonably priced surprises the foodie world has ever ladled. But now Pho is having its day, getting deserved recognition while growing in popularity with every noodle slurped. 

Pho is very hip right now; it has a likable image. It’s trending, like a catchy comedian, an underground rapper with a mix tape, or a killer series on Netflix. You mention Pho, and people act like you have the password for a super exclusive VIP party. You can use it instead of the word Fuck, and nobody criticizes you for stealing a stale joke. Instead, they wink and acknowledge that you’re in the know.

So why in the world would you not like Pho? It is awesome because it comforts you like a woobie. It makes you feel relevant by always being a hot friend who accepts you. You know what, that would be badass if they named a Cannabis strain called Pho. 

I mean, why not? They have a strain called Purple Monkey Balls. 

It could be the new Tao of Pooh. 

The Dab of Pho. 

It would be phomiddable!