Hours
| Friday | 12–8 PM |
| Saturday | 12–8 PM |
| Sunday | 12–8 PM |
| Monday | Closed |
| Tuesday | 12–8 PM |
| Wednesday | 12–8 PM |
| Thursday | 12–8 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 295b Tinker St, Woodstock, NY 12498
Phone: (518) 708-3395
Website: http://tibetphowoodstock.com/
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Food
The special pho is deeply warming and aromatic—exactly what you want on a cold day. The shrimp spring rolls are fresh with a satisfying crunch. Simple, comforting, and done right.
⚡ Service
Fast, calm, and genuinely attentive. The host’s recommendations were spot on, and the food came out in no time, all without ever making the experience feel rushed.
️ Atmosphere
Spotless, cozy, and blissfully quiet, the space is also wonderfully warm—a genuinely pleasant surprise after coming in from a cold winter day. Large windows frame beautiful nature views, adding to the calm, soothing atmosphere and completing the overall sense of comfort.
A peaceful, comforting gem in Woodstock—easy to love and easy to return to. ✨
Coming to the food. I had the vegetarian swimming momos in the most flavor broth ever. Next time I had the vegan pho, which was also super delicious! My husband had the chicken momos… very very authentic. He also had the chicken pho… we just couldn’t get enough of it. We ordered the spring rolls too. Loved them. Great service both times. If u r in Woodstock, come here at least once!
Update: still so good! A must if coming to Woodstock! Take out is amazing. So fast like freaky fast. Broth is 12 hour simmer!
Special shout out to the staff for being so sweet and welcoming! We really appreciate your good energy. Thank you!
Eventually seated at the downstairs area overlooking the stream, already fully packed just before 6:00 with customers checking out Woodstock’s newest restaurant, voices ricocheted like zinging bullets. Tidbits of gossip, political opinions, and info blurts reached our table from others due to the excitement and lack of any material—floor, ceiling, walls—to soak up any sounds. I’d eaten plenty of times in the past here at the Little Bear and sotto voce was always a doable. This time shouting for a hotdog at a ballgame between me and my partner was de rigueur. Hubbub of the new? Perhaps.
Two overworked servers kept their cool among the dozen plus tables they had to manage. While streams of just-out-of-the-package small Tibetan prayer flags festooned the dining area, a decorative touch meant to evoke Asian authenticity, whose ability to keep focus among the din, and being clearly short-staffed, was amazing. (Vietnam and Tibet are over 2,600 mile apart, so the restaurant’s name and dishes it serves remains a meaningless but benign conundrum.)
Restaurants are of course about two things: first the staging, second the food. Spring rolls were light, tasty, and the sauce truly fine. A bowl of Porkchop Pho was also tasty, but with these reservations. A definite paucity of sprouts, just a meagre tossing. These are elemental to texture, taste, and a vegetal counterbalance to the meat. The meat, I’m used to traditional heaps of flat, thin strips visible at the surface which darken before your eyes in the steaming hot broth. These were thick, short, and chewy. The order of Tibet Pho Special was definitely yum, the pork tender, the vermicilli nicely done. Sauces here were great.
The plus of this restaurant is that it is a welcome step away from the shameless bougie eating establishments that now litter the town for people who, to filch from Steely Dan “wouldn’t even know a diamond if you held it in your hand,” highly priced joints designed for folks who are more than willing to unhand their money for half-baked goods. This place was light on the wallet, and I was happy to leave a decent tip. Plus, having lived in town for over half my life already, I was also happy to recognize and know at least half the patrons, all of us stopping in to check out one of our old haunts. As my partner and I were leaving, one of the two servers was jarringly screaming at the top of her lungs about a take-out order into the kitchen. Whoa, check that too, too human fury! Right now, the place is a bit of a creaky ship, and a very loud one at that, and we shall see if it hires the additional staff it sorely needs, and becomes a local haven for the habitual once again.