Today we found ramen. Ramen here is nothing like what you might find in packets in grocery stores. It is an entirely different creature. And there are seemingly infinite varieties.
When you stop at a good ramen shop, there is often a line of people waiting to enter. You pass by a menu machine.
This machine has some English. Many don’t, which makes the process more complicated.
Put coins or bills and make your selections. With each item you get a little ticket. These you turn over to the folks behind the counter. You take your seat as other customers finish and depart.
Yes, I opted for Coke.
Our choice of shop was a good one.
My choice, today, was to have the noodles on the side rather in the bowl. You then dip them into your broth. Theoretically this keeps your noodles from overcooking. The drawback is that they get cold. For that, you can warm things up with hot water from nearby thermoses.
Spectacular. This isn’t your college undergrad budget bowl.
Back on the street again, one finds countless instances of the presence of Hello Kitty. Hard to imagine, but it is so. Even in traffic and street barriers. I guess the unwelcoming dimension of the “No” implicit in the barrier is made more polite by the bad news’ herald, Hello Kitty.
I continue to come up with my interpretations of the exciting subway PSAs.