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Want Boba with That?: Fast and good Vietnamese food at BBC Banh Mi, Boba Tea & Crêperie

By Ian Froeb

Published on April 02, 2008 at 8:41am

They are laughing at me. I'm sure of it. Two young women. College students, I think, home for spring break. They are looking at me — not even trying very hard to be furtive about it — and laughing. Am I being paranoid? Maybe. But the young women are definitely looking in my direction, and they are definitely laughing, and I'm the only person sitting on this side of tiny BBC Banh Mi, Boba Tea & Crêperie.

I focus on my honeydew-flavored boba tea. The drink (also known as bubble tea) is mildly sweet and more watery than milky, the taste fairly honeydew-like. The boba — pebble-size tapioca balls — are chewy as promised, but flavorless. I try to avoid them, but the size of my straw, at least three times thicker than a normal one, makes this difficult.

My boba tea is also a mess. It's served in a plastic cup with a sealed plastic lid that you have to puncture with...something. I had no idea, so I took a plastic knife and stabbed a narrow opening in the plastic, spilling the pale green tea onto my table. I'm also having trouble with the straw. It tapers to a point, which I fear will cut my lips.

Suddenly, I have two realizations.

The straw's pointed end is meant to puncture the boba tea's sealed plastic lid. I have the straw inserted backward.

The two young women are laughing at me because I'm an old fart who doesn't know how to drink boba tea.

Which is true. Please cut me some slack, though. BBC Banh Mi, Boba Tea & Crêperie has thrown me for a loop.

Calling BBC a restaurant is a bit of stretch. It's a narrow storefront tucked into the Central West End. There is seating for fewer than twenty diners, and no table service. Given how quickly your food is prepared, you might call it a fast-food joint, but that doesn't seem quite right, either. The closest (though not really close) approximation might be the noodle bars you find in much larger and more ethnically diverse cities.

The staff is young and the music pop, but the vibe isn't especially trendy or hip. (Then again, a man who doesn't know how to drink boba tea is not the best arbiter of cool.) Maybe I should just say BBC is unlike any other restaurant I've encountered in St. Louis. It's a place wholly of the present moment: the globalized, multicultural 21st century.

Case in point: You can order a crêpe with fruit and Nutella, with red bean ice cream or with smoked eel and cheese. (Presumably you can't order a crêpe with all these things, though I didn't ask.) Your crêpe is served as if from a street vendor: folded into a cone and then wrapped in paper. (If you've ever visited an authentic British chip shop, your nostalgia sensor will flicker.) Like an ice-cream cone, the crêpe cone dribbles sauce as you approach the end.

Of course, this too I might have been eating incorrectly.

From the selection of savory crêpes, I tried the "Spicy Curry Chicken": cubed chicken, bamboo shoots, mushrooms, onion, ginger and basil in a thick, tawny curry sauce. The crêpe was excellent, thin and a lovely golden brown. The curry sauce had a very blunt flavor of curry powder and was spicy, as promised. It was a satisfying snack, but not a filling meal.

Better, in this regard, are BBC's banh mi. These sandwiches were fusion food before the term was coined, a legacy of the French colonial presence in Vietnam. As with any kind of sandwich, the number of variations is limitless. Ba Le, a banh mi restaurant on South Kingshighway, offers at least a dozen. Most Vietnamese restaurants will have least one banh mi on the menu.

BBC offers five (including one filled with disturbingly named "veggie ham"), but the "Special" is more or less the essential banh mi: thinly sliced ham, pork pâté and head cheese topped with cucumber, carrot, jalapeño, cilantro and pickled daikon inside a demi-baguette. The sandwich is packed with flavor: the savory, funky pork, the bright, even sweet vegetables and the searing slices of jalapeño. Another pleasure of banh mi is the contrast in textures between the crusty bread, smooth meat and crisp vegetables. Here BBC's "Special" falters slightly: The bread was soggy at both ends.

The other banh mi are good, though not as complex as the "Special." The confusingly named "Grilled BBQ Pork" has the pinkish hue of smoked meat but a straightforward porky flavor, the meat on the fatty side. A banh mi with lamb brought meat much like gyro meat — and, in fact, there is a lamb gyro on the menu.

I was excited to see ramen noodles included on the menu. Bear with me. Yes, ramen reminds most of us of college, our first apartment and other misadventures of young adulthood. One summer in grad school to support myself between stipend checks — rather than, you know, get a job — I lived almost exclusively on eight-for-$1 packs of ramen. If I wanted a snack rather than a hot meal, I would break the dry noodles into bits and then shake the seasoning pouch over them.

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