the best ramen i’ve ever had in my entire life was actually at a spot nestled in my neighbourhood in a certain area i rarely ever frequent. i had it for the first time 7 years ago on a frigid, rainy day with my father and brother. i love eating ramen in the rain…they were trying out a new food for the first time, it was special.
upon entering the location, despite the oddity in the choice of decor potent with canadian patriotism, whatever that is…. (and the owner)…who also has reviews about his frantic disposition online might i add, it felt like a proper hole in the wall. kind of like discovering narnia in the most mundane wardrobe.
i believe we ordered this black garlic tonkatsu that had been simmering for lifetimes. i dont know if i associate nostalgia and novelty with the taste but ive been DYING TO HAVE IT AGAIN…. SINCE THAT TIME 7 YEARS AGO AND EVERY TIME I AM DENIED BY THE OWNER’S FLAMBOYANT INCONSISTENCIES AND BROKEN PROMISES.
this man just opens and closes his restaurant as he pleases… or in the worst case, hops on a plane unannounced to japan to inform his desperate customers that he wont be here for 3 months. it’s been *TITANIC REFERENCE 87 FUCKING YEARS* since ive been able to get ahold of him… yet i have this unwavering sense of hope that one day i will. EVEN TODAY, on APRIL FUCKING 16th twenty twenty five bro. i hopped on his instagram page since its perfect and gloomy today, with my digestive entrails yearning with morsels of hope to pair my innate melancholy with a nostalgia ridden broth. i witnessed a promising pink ring around the restaurant’s display picture, a symbol of activity..a beacon of light after so long.
i am gleamming with redemption…finally… this is my moment. all good things come to those who wait.
but hell fucking no. it was just an insta story of his blurry ass restaurant, letting us know he won’t be open today.
WHEN THE FUCK ARE YOU?
IS THIS A METAPHOR ABOUT MY LOVE LIFE AND EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE MEN I ASK, WAILING TO THE HEAVENLY BODIES ABOVE ME
WHO THE FUCK KNOWS, i cant turn them into char siu tho can i???….even tho humans supposedly taste like pork… 😉 (not according to me)
until then, emotionally unavailable ramen guy, i forgive you. at least the desperation i bleed for you is somewhat artisanal. who are you even? to enlighten me in such a manner when all i want is your SOUP.
now officially and unequivocally a tamil soup girl.
cognitive chaos 