Friday, January 28, 2011
Hope Ramen, dingy and tinged with grime, but in a soft and warm way. What did that mean? The plastic curtain separating the counter from the kitchen is odd; they want to spare the customer from the fumes and heat, or they're embarassed about the bare brick back there, or they have a clientele that wants privacy, and a blank curtain is more private than having to look at someone cooking? Disturbingly, the smell kept reminding me of my grandmother's kitchen, and if you were ever in that kitchen, you know I don't mean that in a good way. Fortunately I can safely say that only two readers know what I'm talking about.
Sakeya Milk Hole, which is a little famous. I'm not saying this should be famous, I'm just saying. Nothing here is going to inspire you to fits of flatulent exultation.