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That Time My Noods Weren’t Good Enough
I was broth-shamed today.
Vancouver is undoubtedly one of the best cities in the world for Japanese cuisine. In fact, we practically breathe sushi.
Today I went to one of my favourite ramen places in town and ordered my usual dish. Of course, I photographed the meal before I devoured it because that’s what millennials do before they eat.
If you don’t know by now, you’ll know that I’m a self-proclaimed foodie. And part of my charm is to take you to the best Asian restaurants in town as my personal way of wooing you. Starting with miso.
Despite my unconditional love for Hello Kitty and bubble tea though, my idea of fun isn’t to drag you to the nearest cutesy Japanese store just to impose my matcha views on you.
I do, however, take offense to people imposing their noodle views on me.
Yes, it happened to me today. And I’ll have to say, it was in poor taste.
As I was enjoying a delicious dinner after running an afternoon of hectic errands around the city, another writer on an online forum decided to bash me on my soup views after I posted a photo on my Facebook account.
He said that my broth was too thick.
