Comforting, creamy, and delicious. There are very few certain good things in life and I am 100% sure ramen is one of them. I could eat it everyday, and in fact, I did in Bangkok. I regret nothing.
There is just something about it that puts me at ease. Like whenever I want to have a good meal I know I can rely on it.
But then here comes this fucker…
So I ate it.
You know those times when you just have to take a risk and after doing it you feel incredibly happy that you did? It was nothing like that.
This is so goddamn spicy Satan would eat it with obligatory immoderation.
Am I disappointed at myself? Yes. Have I learned my lesson?