If all goes as I plan it to for the future--which means it probably won't--then I won't be in the Bay too far past graduation. So I'll miss sights such as these, houses nearly stacked on top of each other in SF and foggy skies.
We went to San Mateo for Ramen Dojo, and during the hour-long wait swung by Sweet Breams, which is overrated and far inferior to the glowing reports people give (and look, Myron's fishy has even pooped!). But Ramen Dojo, on the other hand--wondrous. I think I could eat shreds of lettuce for the rest of my life, so long as it's sopping in that thick, lustrous pork broth. Myron thinks its the best ramen he's had in the Bay. I'm not usually a ramen connoisseur by any means but this place is darn good. So go on a rainy day and you'll feel all the better for it. And eat the chunks of fried whole garlic they toss in there.
A quick aside--those plans I have for the future? I can already feel them being interrupted and its frightening me out of my wits right now. Been distracted and a bit distraught this whole afternoon.
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