Not much to say really…just another work day.
But I will relay one little episode from tonight.
I went out to dinner and decided to head out to Shinagawa to one of the small little ramen shops there. There’s one shop that was rated Tokyo’s #1 which means there is a line out the door… So I went to another one where the crowd is reasonable if not almost empty but the ramen is still top notch with great noodles and a really tasty soup.
I bought my tickets from the vending machine for a bowl of chicken stock ramen and a side order of gyoza (pot stickers) and walked into the small shop. As soon as I walked in though, it felt weird…like something was out of place. There were the hard working ramen chefs behind the counter as usual, the young bored looking girl ushering me to my seat at the counter, and the obligatory quiet Japanese business men in suits slurping their noodles while reading something on their cel phones… Visually it was a typical ramen hut in Japan.
As I sat down, I realized what it was. I realized that as soon as I walked in, the Dixie Chicks were BLARING from the speakers.
It was weird.
Ramen and the Dixie Chicks.
I guess you had to be there….
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