OK you know on some dramas, they portray these salarymen dudes who eat plain soba for lunch. I mean, they go to the local soba joint, order a heap of soba on a tray and dipping sauce. And that’s IT: no tempura, no side of tonkatsu… No wonder these guys are bone skinny. Last week I had what I thought was a pretty good sized bowl-o-ramen for lunch but around five-ish… my stomach had that grumbling noise coming out pretty strongly. And that’s noodles AND a piece of meat AND soup… How do those boboras do it?
(Copied and edited from a blog written over three years ago. I have yet to find out just what makes soba a fulfilling lunch…)