By Spencer Ackerman
DC Noodles: they sell a perfect bowl of soup for $12. It’s achingly hard to find a fishsauce-based soup that features the kind of spice that enhances the flavors of the broth, rather than overpowers them or numbs your tongue. My bowl had wide rice noodles and succulent fish and crab dumplings bobbing around. A cheeky shaved beet garnished it. Again: perfect. Nose running, brow moistening, stomach settling. Wonderful with a glass of whiskey topped with champagne. You could avoid eating there — it’s only been open for six weeks; you’ve got business elsewhere; why take a chance — but it would be a self-inflicted wound.
There are a few things off about the place. It opens into a boutique for no reason. There’s a chinkee-chang-bang grafitti mural that Racialicious could elegantly deconstruct. But it’s a perfect bowl of soup for $12.