text: The only thing I could think of as I made my way through the casino to the guest elevators upon checking in at Treasure Island this past Thanksgiving and passed by a restaurant called \"Pho at the Coffee Shop,\" little chopsticks crossed over one another as part of its logo:\n\nHow... random.\n\nBut I'm a lover of any and all Asian noodle in soup(s), so I knew it was just a matter of time before we ate there that trip. After me, my mom and sisters came back from Love at the Mirage (OMG!!! so good!) and my dad was done watching UH kick Boise State's ass in the room, we met up in the downstairs of T.I. for some pho.\n\nAs the other reviewers discovered long before I, pho here is expensive as hell... twice the price of anywhere I'd go for good pho in SF, and not any more tasty (though not less either).\n\nThe service was slow, but when we were finally served and my sister realized her order had peanuts in it (she's allergic), our waitress was ON that shit! She was extremely apologetic and quickly brought my sister out another bowl (it seemed quick to me, however i WAS already eating mine... sorry Kim).\n\nOther than that, my fam and I caught up over our noodles and a bottle of pinot noir (our waitress: \"I'll be cracking open a bottle myself when I get home tonight!\"). Though I'm sure there's better, CHEAPER Vietnamese right off the strip, you're paying for the convenience. And the pho is real pho. All in all, I was really happy to have it right in the hotel.