10.19.2004
ha-ka-ta, nothin' like it
when one speaks of platonic ideals, this is what one is on about. pure hakata ramen, the tonkotsu. noodles thin n hard, nice white broth, optional egg, dash o pepper. five hundred yen a pop for a wee slice o' kyushu's best. if only this was a real yatai!
an here is the sign. notice the pig, beckoning you to feast on the melted bones of his dead comrades. the sweet dulcet tones of the horn, pied piperin' your ass, offering you strong yet delusive enticements to enter the warm glowing center of the ramen world. run! don't walk, foo'
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