I finally initiated L to the wonders of Nantsuttei, quite like how Z got me acquainted with this bowl of garlic-oil goodness. To date I think I’ve already consumed four bowls of Nantsuttei ramen since coming home; all the better to make up for the severe lack of any decent ramen at all in London. But what really amazed me was how we managed to talk for NINE whole hours that night, picking up just where we had left off before.
Because you know, that’s how we roll. My L and me.