down with the sickness

So Thursday was Christmas and then Grant had a long weekend. We had Friday, Saturday and Sunday to do whatever we wanted. Unfortunately, by about noon Friday I was feeling decidedly icky. I spent the whole weekend with one of those colds that makes you feel like every breath is filtered through the sponge they use to clean the floor of the men's head. Only thankfully your nose is so stuffed you can't smell anything.

That's my excuse for not having any awesome adventures to share with you after the long weekend. We did find time to visit a ramen place that we've passed about five thousand times and never bothered to go into. Usually, we get ramen (and fried rice) at this little hole in the wall shop with a single window, one long cracked counter, and a tv that was new the year I was born. It is run by a old, skinny, woman with a come-in-sit-down-what-the-heck-do-you-want personality and her chubby, old, husband who either falls asleep or hangs out the tiny window when he's not cooking. It has it's own charm I assure you.

Saturday, we decided to try a new place because Shannon had pointed it out to me and I kept meaning to go but always forgot it was there. We call it the red ramen place because it has the only shiny, red-painted storefront on the street.

Here are some pictures taken with my spiffy new camera bought for me by my loving husband this Christmas. As you can see, it's red on the inside too.

Grant wearing his favorite shirt. You can see the kitchen and the menu in the background.

This is a picture of the English menu, which I never could have dreamed of taking with my old camera. The food descriptions were translated well enough, but the little introduction paragraph on the back was amusing. Here's what it says in case you can't read the picture:

"We the Mutsumi store came research in piles aiming at the ramen noodles for
which it does not depend on a business-use processed food. And the soup of the
completed boast is the taste of the genuine article which boiled thoroughly a
pig, a hen, Niboshi, sea tangle, vegetables, etc. well. Air
fresh in the
rich nature of north ground and Hokkaido and the ramen noodles of delicious
water to the "Mutsumi store" were [word unclear]."

What does it mean? I dunno. You tell me. I just take the pictures I don't interpret them.

I leave you today with a quote from Kin Hubbard, "No one can feel as helpless ans the owner of a sick goldfish."