Brian and newly friended Sarah came in for lunch today and Brian brought with him a souvenir chanpon from Nagasaki.
Nagasaki Chanpon! haha check out Brian's blog for our reactions. (What happened to Boom? lol)
Anyway, I had a little time to explore for a bowl between shifts and found myself bicycling to Marucho (丸長豪徳寺店) in Gotokuji.
At the time I wrote: "It smells like propane but this ramen is closer to perfect than u think."
Would you like me to expand that thought? Actually, it's almost impossible for me to explain without having you sit down in this exact position. Of course a bowl slurped within good company will always make for a more interesting critique, but a bowl slurped alone without the influence of others can touch your soul deeper than you can imagine.
Just work with me on this...
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