I have a soft spot for cardboard box joints hidden amongst the uber-mod, glistening, nouveau restaurants that are popping up faster than pimples on a pubescent teen. Up and coming chefs seem to be in a feeding frenzy trying to come up with the newest concoction of uni ice cream or shark fin pearls. Whilst these meals result in ooh's and ahh's, but can this be a daily thing? Would this be our deathbed meal?
Didn't think so.
Yamo would be the antithesis of all the ritz and avante garde dining, the antonym of Gary Danko and its kind. An eight seat bar, with rusty stools and rice cookers as old as my grandmum are the norm here. Patron's face are buried deep in a bowl of steaming aromatic Burmese Chicken Noodle Soup. Oh, did I forget to mention Yamo being a Burmese eatery?
The Tea Leaf Salad is just as good, if not better than Burma SuperStar's.There is the characteristic crunchy bits in the noodles, rice, soup and salads. One seats himself, orders promptly and slurps the al dente noodles with a few exchanges between Mama Yamo, and finds that less than 15 minutes have gone by before the bill comes. So is the way of Yamo.
Burmese Chicken Noodle Soup
3406 18th Street
San Francisco, CA 94110