Server at The Friendship Kitchen

Portland OR

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I asked if I could send back my bowl of soup because the lemongrass smell made my newly pregnant self nauseous. You made me a bowl of Pho on the house and when you brought it to my table you rubbed my back and called me “little mama.” You said you remember those days yourself, and that as long as I come to Friendship Kitchen you’ll take care of me. Thank you sweet mama!