I’m a little behind in my posting after being on business trips last week in Chicago and Grand Rapids. But here’s a quick recap of the San Francisco Ramen Festival that I went to three weeks ago.
It was crowded…way too crowded. The two friends we went with gave up within 10 minutes and went to eat somewhere else. I convinced Russell that since we had come to this festival with the intent of ramen, driven through traffic, searched for parking FOREVER, and already endured the massive crowd that we were going to eat some g*ddamn ramen, whatever it took.
We stood in line for two hours. Poor Russell was pretty miserable (and let’s face it, so was I). Not only was the line super long, but it snaked through the extremely dense crowd and people kept knocking into us while we fiercely defended our place in line. We couldn’t really see where the line went, so finally coming within view of the white tents was deliriously exciting.
We bought three bowls to share between the two of us, then carefully walked back through the crowds to find a sitting spot.
In the end, Russell was pretty happy. And the ramen was legitimately good. Portions were fair for the $8 price.
While I was sitting there slurping my ramen, two guys sat behind me with a cold 12-pack of Sapporo. The beer looked so refreshing, especially after standing out in the hot sun without any water for two hours. Since I had more than enough ramen, and they had more than enough beer, I proposed a fair trade- I’d give them each a bite of my ramen if they gave me a can. They looked clean enough for me not to worry about germs (I was also not thinking all that rationally).It was so worth it. With the Sapporo, my meal became complete. And the guys got to accomplish their goal of trying the ramen without having to wait in line. I left the festival with warm feelings and a full belly. Patience for the win!
(Thanks Russell for indulging my crazy.)