Noodles

I’m a Noodler, not one of those catfish fishermen from the southern domain, but a real live Noodler from Los Angeles. I had noodles on Saturday night and noodles on Sunday afternoon. I like noodles. I like soup. I like saying chop suey out loud. Chop suey. But I’m not talking chop suey. I’m talking soup. I’m talking noodles. I had Pho on Saturday and Ramen on Sunday. It doesn’t seem to matter where the soup comes from, I like it.

            The Japanese restaurant was a call and response place. It was very festive. There was a lot of yelling. The staff would say things in unison in Japanese. It reminded me of a Catholic mass or the old time ice cream parlor called Farrell’s. The lord is with you, and also with you. But it was in Japanese, so it was cool. Kanpai. Kanpai!!! It was like being in church.