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Ramen Wars!

I went to the Asian Gourmet grocery/restaurant today and bought one each of all the unusual ramens.  (I skipped the kind you can get in regular grocery stores.)



This is what $15 of Asian grocery ramen looks like.

 The aged gentleman who dozes behind the dusty counter there gave me some meticulous instructions about cooking them.  He said that I should boil them and then drain that water off because the preservatives are toxic and that would make me safe.  His wife, the world's crankiest Asian woman, clucked and harrumphed at us.  "Don't listen to him... crazy!  FDA check all that!"

Well, be that as it may, I'm going to eat all these ramens.  And I'm going to write about it.  I have no idea why.  Here goes.




This is the first one I ate.

Here is my review of Nong Shim's Shin Ramyun Noodle Soup (GOURMET SPICY).  It is gourmet and spicy.  This is so far beyond your typical minute-ramen that you're in another noodleverse.  If the Flying Spaghetti Monster was a Flying Ramen Monster, this might be the ramen He would choose to incarnate.  The noodles taste like real noodles and the sauce is delicious, but it is spicy... and I mean Asian-spicy, not Old El Paso or Taco Bell fake-white-people-spicy.  I did not drain after boiling and so far, no nerve damage, so maybe the old guy's crazy after all.

I may continue to review the different ramens as I eat my way through  them, or I may not.  You get what you pay for here.

As you were.
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OMG that first photo exceeds your sodium content for the MONTH

but it does look good

I used to live on this stuff when I was in school
Did you get the good ones, though? The ones from the Asian grocery are way better than the 5-for-a-dollar kind.
Hey Deb, feels like it's been a while since we were on the regular day-to-day lj train, doesn't it? I miss it. Good for you for getting back up on two wheels after that nasty wreck. There's just something awesome about two-wheelers that makes it work the risk.
Maybe he appears as spaghetti to Italians, as ramen to Asians and as canned spaghettio's to people from south of the Mason Dixon line.
All I needed was a little encouragement.