RoboRamen. I (heart) Boba Café. Koreatown, Los Angeles.
Tomo arigato, Ramen Roboto!
You are painfully inebriated. The hangover beast has you in a lock even before the sun has risen. There’s a curious contraption at the back of the café that offers salvation.
Four single bills are sucked into the maw of the machine. It rejects the less crisp, favoring the flawless. The machine calls the shots. You need it more than it needs you and somehow it knows this.
The sign on its face reads “Speedy Hot Noodles” but this is more fantasy than guarantee. Some time later, another orifice is revealed and the machine dispenses your rapid repast — a small aluminum pan containing a broth of some kind with a slightly hydrated block of cheap instant ramen noodles. You break up and mix the coils of ramen yourself. The machine may have this capability but obviously isn't motivated to do so.
Skein of mein.
You discover bits of almost reconstituted mushrooms peeking from within the noodle entanglement. Frantically, you factor this into your calculation for the cost of a snack that for decades matched the price of a large gumball. No doubt, you’ve been had by a gadget that doesn’t remotely resemble a video poker machine, and it makes your hangover drop to a deeper level of hell.
With the aid of splintery chopsticks that come complimentary with your noodles, you hoist a mouthful to your lips. “It’s just like the twenty cents ramen back in college,” you grumble. Another slurp. Then, the vise grip on your head loosens. Suddenly, it’s worth every overpriced strand.
I Love Boba
1144 S Western Ave
Los Angeles, CA 90006
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