I had the best pho in Madrid (so far), I should say… We asked our hotel concierge for somewhere to eat, Italian we said, when he asked our preference. I was craving pasta. What can I say.  Anyway, the man behind the podium in the lobby stepped out of the hotel to curbside and pointed in the direction we needed to go to find the only Italian restaurant in the area. We walked a few blocks, through the narrow streets and stumbled upon such a restaurant. Except that it was closed.  From sheer frustration,  we kept walking further, trying to figure out where to eat. Our clocks were off naturally and all of the restaurants didn’t open until much later. To make a long story short, we saw an Asian restaurant, by that I mean it was actually called Asian restaurant.  I was feeling a little under the weather, so I ordered Pho=soup, and so the story goes. Since I’ve been back, I have gone to three restaurants in the city (being San Francisco) and have …