My beer selection was based not only on the price, but on my perceived need for a break from the forest of über-hopped IPA's out there. (Now there's an appropriate use for an umlaut.) In retrospect, it was a poor choice, because the Amber Ale had a marked sweetness to which ganged up withe the slight sweetness ot the pho broth to produce a cloying effect. A crisp, hoppy IPA, by comparison, would have provided a nice counterpoint.
Where slurped: Dädä Bar, 82 Second St., San Francisco