Nothing like a good mabo ramen to cure a hangover. Not that I was hungover or anything.
Baba bound!! Wait, you brought me to baba and we're not gonna eat any ramen??
This better be some damn good fried chicken!
Damn! That is good!!!
Okay now that's creepy. haha! But it's all for a good cause.
Now this is where it gets weird. On my way home through a back street I found this little bar/cafe called alticcio. Normally I would have just walked by but the owner was outside and he called me and my friend in. Okay why not just one drink, we thought.
So we had a drink. And as I was leaving I told the bartender that I work at Bassanova. Then she looks at me and says, "I've met your dad before in Okinawa." WHAT?!!
Small, small world...