Due to a series of events and the fact that I'm a social misfit, I did something I dont think I've ever done before in my ten years in Manhattan. I dined alone in a restaurant.

I had a few hours to kill before a workshop of mine, so I went to a noodle shop I frequent here to eat and read.

I wasn't entirely comfortable sitting alone, reading, but it became a very zen reflective moment for me, very centering.

However, the place apparently just changed it's menu, and it seemed beyond them to bring my usually mei fun noodle soup with chicken in it. After some mild arguing in Mandarin, I ended up with a chicken curry soup with udon noodles. Not what I ordered, but apparently the only thing even close to what I wanted on the new fangled menu. And they're become pricey and added a sushi station.

Bastards...
who wants to go to Yama?