Rain, ramen & a window seat
A warm bowl, a fogged-up window, and one of those afternoons that asked for nothing more.
food
There was rain in the forecast, but not the kind that rearranges a day. It arrived softly while I was waiting for my ramen, turning the window beside me into a sheet of moving glass.
What I ordered
The broth was rich without being heavy, with a little heat that stayed after each spoonful. The noodles still had some bite. I remember the egg, the quiet music, and the relief of nowhere else to be.
Some meals are memorable because of the food. Others remember the whole afternoon for you.
I gave it 4.5 out of 5, though the rain may have earned half a point on its own.