It only takes one of our city's flop-sweating, smog alerting summer dog days to remind me what an amazing meal pho really is since it's probably one of the last things I want to eat on a afternoon when Toronto's channeling Ho Chi Minh's spirit. Despite it's improbable origins I'm eternally grateful for that meal-in-a-bowl from the tropics, cos really, what goes better with blizzard than this week's best bowl of beefy, noodle-y, soupy Vietnamese goodness?

And how better to forget about the weather than by tucking into a steaming bowl of soup at Que Ling; a setting that feels as real-deal (minus the snow, natch) as any mom-and-pop Saigon soup shack. As long as it's open that is, which is never a sure thing.

Read the full review of Que Ling in our Restaurants section.