i am going to say it.
i think.
yes.
i think i can i think i can.
...
...
ok here i go:
baohaus baos are better
and i think i prefer top ramen ramen.
don't h8.
i enjoyed my
experience a lot!
i really did!
i even brought my childhood friend michael
{who met snooki that day, for what it's worth}
i simply found more tasties and amusement in the other little snackees that weren't front row and center...
like the boozey slushies!!
in limeade {yum!}
arnie palmer {yum!}
and
lychee {as yum as lychee gets!}
and this...
an egg
fact: hard-boiled eggs are the best way to lose friends in the elementary school cafeteria.
until i got real and discovered bosco sticks,
i was on the constant hunt for ways to secretly enjoy my beloved lunchtime egg while hiding that repulsive eggy smell from my little friends.
{in a true fatty fashion, the egg won, and i was soon left alone}
...and how ironic it is that years later i found myself at a communal table faced with:
an egg
and
michael.
and michael's roommate who also does not like the egg.
only this time,
instead of being the weird egg girl,
i was the empowered omniscient guru
because i ordered
the soy sauce egg
it's more a medium-boiled egg
with soy sauce
and scallions
and crunchies!
the eggy smell was masked.
and the taste was good...so good...
it was good enough to convert both michael and his roommate.
it was so simple and salty. just what an egg needs. how nice of the crunch to join us.
i'll take a dozen.
ok let me explain my doodle preference.
i got the
momofuku ramen
lotsa meat, an egg, seaweed and what would ultimately be extracted and handed over to michael: mushrooms and fishcakes {ew}
and michael and his roomie both got
chilled spicy doodles
cold doodles with spinach, sausage, and
nuts like those nuts you get from the nuts 4 nuts street stands
{and i kept stealing michael's nuts cause they were so good}
they were both very tasty & flavaful
and i've got lotsa 'spect for meester chang
{have you read his story in the momofuku book? you should, it's fascinating}
it's just that...
i'm a mushy noodle kind of girl
and these bougey ramen places ain't gonna boil the living daylights outta their noodles.
as they shouldn't. but it's just not in my style these days.
what is japanese for "al dente" anyways?
michael had sodium overload.
he vetoed milk bar.
so i rode home on the molly mobile and went to sleep
and had a dream that we actually went to milk bar
and i had a crack pie.
and do you want to know something so trippy?
the very next day, by chance, i happened upon milk bar
and got a
crack pie.
and it was the same crack pie that was in my dream!
and, with the exception of the name, i had no prior knowledge of crack pie!
:-O
it's more like a thick half-baked chewy cookie
and it kind of reminded me of a seven layer bar.
it was so rich and gooey and sugary!!!
it really was like crack!!
{wait...}
i also got a compost cookie, or whatevs.
and a sample of cereal milk ice cream {cool idea. but i forgot that i never liked the leftover milk from cereal. in fact, i never really liked cereal. it's what you eat with the babysitter.}
and barbecue ice cream never again.
....
i had so much fun on my momofuku days!
i really like the silly ideas that the momofuku people think up...
and even though the pork buns weren't as life-changing as i expected,
i was satisfied with my meal.
it's a fun time.
it's worth the wait.
now i just have to figure out that goofy ko reservation system...
it's ok, i've got 21 weeks to learn...
xoxo
yeh
noodle bar is on 11th and 1st
milk bar is on 13th and 2nd {next to ssam bar... and no, we did not stand outside of ssam bar for twenty minutes wondering why it didn't look like a milk bar until we found the real milk bar}