I need to find a nice, small, authnetic Ramen place in Manhattan soon--it's discouraging that I have to start from scratch after getting to know one of the waiters at Men Tei in Boston pretty well. Tomoe was my server the first time I wandered in one fateful winter day with the sniffles. In what's like some sort of awesome sitcom type plot Tomoe and his friends who also work at Men Tei are in a band called the Rice Cookers trying to make it big. Check them out, they sound sort of like a Japanese Incubus--which is sort of throwback to highschool alt rock/funk metal (in a good way).
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I miss Men Tei
I need to find a nice, small, authnetic Ramen place in Manhattan soon--it's discouraging that I have to start from scratch after getting to know one of the waiters at Men Tei in Boston pretty well. Tomoe was my server the first time I wandered in one fateful winter day with the sniffles. In what's like some sort of awesome sitcom type plot Tomoe and his friends who also work at Men Tei are in a band called the Rice Cookers trying to make it big. Check them out, they sound sort of like a Japanese Incubus--which is sort of throwback to highschool alt rock/funk metal (in a good way).
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It's called shin ramyun served with a cracked egg, some scallions, and a side of kimchi. The best ramyun there is!
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