Considering the country that we lived in was rather multicultural, there was a plethora of choices to eat whenever we headed out for a meal together. We generally agreed that we preferred Asian dishes, anywhere from Japanese to Thai to Indian and all the way across to Middle Eastern cuisine. But tried and true favourites such as Vietnamese was always a winner in our books. We both loved a good, spicy pho, or as our father called it, 'glorified soup'.

He still loved it, just like we did.

As we ate and sipped at our drinks, our conversation rarely faltered, except for when we naturally stuffed our faces. I always...