My first Soba noodle experience wasn’t much different from my first Ramen experience in Japan. I first had it in Japan and it wasn’t my choice in the first place to eat it. It was past lunchtime when I ducked through the noren (Japanese curtain), into a no-name hole-in-the-wall restaurant on a small alleyway…
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I recently walked inside a cemetery in Copenhagen and ate the horrid Scandinavian licorice in front of Hans Handerson’s grave. I was only half-listening to Lisa, our beautiful tour guide when she said that people actually go on dates and have parties there. Apparently, It’s a part of the urban culture in Copenhagen. I…
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