Love in the time of ramen

As a reward for reading this blog every week, you my beloved readers, get a special treat. You get a guest blogger. Today's blog is written by my husband, Grant Gallimore. Before I hand it over to him, please consider the word museum as defined by dictionary.com; a building or place where works of art, scientific specimens, or other objects of permanent value are kept and displayed.

Now consider ramen; a bowl of clear soup containing noodles, vegetables, and often bits of meat.

Okay over to Grant.

Ramen is not art. Ramen isn't a scientific specimen, and I'm pretty sure ramen is not what would be considered an item of permanent value (it is however non perishable).

Anyhow, there is a ramen museum and I went there. The museum was a replication of a small part of 1958 Tokyo. If you didn't know, 1958 was the year instant noodles were invented. A big year for ramen I suppose.

The museum had gift shops and vendors all dressed up in period outfits. The entire place was set up to look like it was evening with clouds painted on the ceiling and everything (although you could see the old recessed lighting and smoke detectors) and there were many restaurants, all the vending machine kind. Unfortunately it was terribly crowded and there were long lines at all of the restaurants. Ultimately we were too hungry to wait and ate Japanese Italian food, not so bad. I still want ramen.

We leave you today with a quote from comic author Jeph Jacques, "The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, because then you don't have to chop through that pesky rib cage."