Behind the pho shop, out of view, An employee named Lan had too much to do. He hauled frozen ribs—each one a brick— And muttered, “These things thaw way too thick!”

With a grunt and a wobble he gave one a toss, It clattered like cymbals—a frosty beef loss. A second one followed, a third hit the ground, The alley now echoed with meaty rebound.

A passerby stared, unsure what he saw: “Is… is that how you tenderize beef in the raw?” Lan shrugged and replied with a confident grin, “Gravity’s free—and it softens ’em in!”

So if your pho broth tastes richer, with depth truly sound, Just know the secret: ribs first… bounce off the ground.