Anger Burger

It’s been a weird week.  So weird I can’t even discuss it here, but rest assured that it was nothing a lot of pork fat couldn’t fix¹.

Dear, dear Hakata Ramen Shin-sen-gumi.  There is truly nothing that your bowl of pork broth and a pound of your soft, perfect noodles cannot fix.  With egg.

And cod roe, don’t forget the cod roe.  This ramen joint in Gardena is maybe a 20 minute drive from LAX, and provided you are ever in the area, I strongly suggest you pork it up.  We insisted that out-of-town friend Anne (hi Anne!  hope your presentation not-literally knocked their pants off!) eat a bowl before heading out in her rental car and hopefully she didn’t end up asleep on the side of the 405 like Mike and I nearly did afterwards.  Hey, is that Compton? Zzzzz…

Earlier in the week there was a doner kebab incident:

One that we intend to repeat.  We’ve eaten kebabs everywhere from Cincinnati to New Zealand, and TastyMeat’s Bamwich ranked up at the top.  I kinda wish they had the wider range of toppings as traditional in New Zealand in the UK (beet slaw! hummus!), but that is a serious nitpick for something that is already 99% perfect.

That reminds me of a ‘joke’ a friend once told me about the UK: how can you tell it’s Saturday morning?  Because the gutters are full of kebab puke!  Ha – ugh.

Excuse me, I gotta get back to this bizarre week.

¹While typing that sentence I knocked a beverage over on my desk.  It didn’t hurt anything.  This is a metaphor for my week, slowpoke.