Next time you have a yen for purple sticky rice, Phongsaven is the place to go. North 76th is, to my spoiled suburban eye, the ugliest street in the world. G.K. Chesterton could well have been describing it: “the long roads…seemed to shoot out into length after length like an infernal telescope….it was one of those journeys on which a man perpetually feels that now at last he must have come to the end of the universe.” But the purple sticky rice makes the trip to this bleak neighborhood worth it. If you are going to travel to the end of the universe, (or to North 76th Street) you might as well reward yourself with some good sticky rice. The purple of the dish adds a welcome dose of color to counteract the grubby industrial landscape that surrounds this exotic cafe.