I drove into work today since I had to go visit a client before lunch. New job downside: No more free parking, which means I bus in most days. New job upside? Does not make me want to stab myself in the face daily, or ever.
Because I was more mobile than usual, I ventured over to 4th & Cypress for lunch to try out the Noodle Box that just opened.
Short Review: Yum.
Long Review: Everyone else thinks it’s pretty good too, and it was a 20 min. wait for my Nasi Goreng. But a generous portion of Nasi Goreng, in a box to go, for $10? Hell yes! In all fairness, the order-taker was upfront about the wait, and most people were willing to sit it out for the fresh, fresh, tasty noodles.
Since I spent my 20 minutes waiting (shopping) instead of eating I brought lunch back to the office with my set of chopsticks.
Then I opened the Noodle Box box and remembered that I ordered a rice dish. And now I (because I’m too lazy to go all the way across the building to the kitchen for a fork/spoon) am trying to eat fried rice with chopsticks.
Asian people, help me out here… HOW? Other than one grain at a time….
This is starting to remind me of eating in Korea, where the food was all good, but I never finished my soup/rice. Not because it wasn’t tasty, but because with broth and rice there is a critical threshold reached where it takes more effort to wrangle the food from vessel to mouth than caloric benefit you will receive from getting that extra bite into your gullet. I was hungry a lot in Korea.
But this is good enough (And I’m hungry enough) that I’m sure I can soldier on.
One other note for spice wimps: Mild+ is my limit. My lips are tingling and my tongue is swolen. There is only one level less spicy, and about 5 shades of heavier spice. Do people with that much gastrointestinal fortitude even have tastebuds left?