Describe a restaurant you enjoy going to

The restaurant I'll describe isn't really a restaurant — it's a bun bo place about two hundred metres from my flat, six plastic tables on the pavement. It's on a corner in Binh Thanh, open from about six in the morning until they run out, which is usually around eleven. If you arrive at half past ten you're taking a risk. The food is one dish. That's it — bun bo, one size, one price. You can ask for extra noodles and that's the entire range of choices available. I find that reassuring, actually. I go with my flatmate, maybe twice a week, and occasionally alone with a book, although the owner has views about people reading at breakfast. Why do I enjoy going there? Partly the food, obviously — it's better than places charging four times as much. But mostly it's that after three years the owner knows what I order and starts making it when she sees me cross the road. I've never told her my name and she's never told me hers. It's a relationship built entirely on soup, and it's one of the most consistent things in my week. There's also the fact that nothing about it is designed. No branding, no playlist, no concept. Just a woman who's very good at one thing, doing it on a corner.