...Cockroaches.
Big ones. Hungry ones. By cockroaches, of course, I mean big friggin' black cockroaches that fly when too irritated and can take the arms off of a small bird. Preferably a Blatta orientalis, the most common creepy from Japan. Why? (I mean, besides being able to find a roach in your raamen environment.) Because raamen is not health food; despite what some raamen apologists claim. Healthy? It's noodles floating in pork (read: dead and boiled pigs) bits.
If you've ever been in Japan and if you've gone drinking with your buddies in Japan then you know that after a few hefty bottles of sake or shochu (my favorite deadly drink.), your buddies will drag your inebriated soul to a raamen shop. A cheap one. Where you will be expected to consume oily, greasy, pork-ladden soup with vegies. And maybe a couple of onigiri. Why? Because you need something to throw up. Nothing worse on the train station or in the back of a taxi than dry heaving in a foreign language.
Raamen. A great food. I love it. And it's not just for after drinking anymore either. You can have it for lunch! In bright and shiny new chain raamen shops. With cheerful waitresses in bright white uniforms and charming smiles. Boring! Boring! Raamen is meant to be slurped down in a dive. With a crappy TV in the corner with bad reception. Or a radio (ever been to Japan? And you listened to the radio? Why?) just slightly out of tune that nobody listens to anyway.
More in two seconds; I need a bowl.
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