I love ramen. The kind from a restaurant, I mean, not the instant college-food kind
from a plastic package. Fortunately, living in San Francisco I have several really
great places to go get some.
So here's the problem. While I'm completely capable of handling a bowl in a way
that is satisfactory to me and never seems to draw derisory looks from the waitstaff
and other customers, a couple of times when eating with friends they've made little
comments. "That's an interesting way to do it." "Is that how your mom taught you."
With a vague air of snide that makes me stop and laugh off whatever I was about to
I think my friends have seen Tampopo which I understand has ramen lessons in
it but I don't know because I haven't seen it.
Rather than explain how I eat it and have you all laugh at me too, I'll just ask.
I'm sitting with a bowl filled with porky goodness, noodles, maybe an egg, and
some other floaty things. I've got a pair of chopsticks and and a big spoon-like
device. There's a little tray of salt and pepper shakers and sometimes a little
tub of kim chee. Where do I go from here?
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