Eat a Noodle!

In middle school someone told me that if you take the word “Machiavelli”, move some letters around, add a couple, subtract a couple and divide by 3.14.

I would get the message, “2Pac lives”. Going off that logic, if you take the word “Noodle”, add a V take out a couple letters and move some things around you get “love”. Some other results are, No El, done, eon and doe.  But love is really the only word that can describe where my life has led me. To a dish that is simple and honest, broth and noodle. A simple delivery system for all that’s good in the world of flavor.

            In a time when foodies, are fucking up everything from street food to diners, and even a simple burrito cost $8.00 so they can know that the chicken they are about to turn into shit had a great organic life. I summon my fellow American to pay no more than an hours wage for a meal that will carry you through the day. While stepping out of the box and putting some fermented fish sauce on your uncooked/still cooking meat as it is pulled down by the vermicelli and drowned in a broth that will make you want to kill the next foodie you see.

            So come join my friends and I as we slurp our way through bowls of noodles here and there. Be it Soba or Vermicelli, Chinese or Korean and what ever else lay out there from around the world. When we find it you will know.

We will find the places to go, and try our hand at making some semblance of soup ourselves.  We have cameras and hands; I think we may do all right.