Sometimes you just want ramen

When we lived in the U.S., we never used to go to ethnic groceries of any sort. We weren’t opposed to it, per se; we didn’t cook very much and when we did, it was rarely from scratch. And if we wanted Chinese/Mexican/Lebanese/Cajun, we went to a restaurant. As our recipe archive demonstrates, things have changed. I’m at the China Laden (Asian market) at least once a week picking up things you just can’t find in the supermarket – soft brown sugar, cilantro, good curry pastes, soy sauce, etc. This past weekend, Cliff came with me and, while looking at the noodle wall, we balked at the price of a package of ramen – 0,80€!! That’s about $1.20! Considering that legions of broke college students lived off the stuff at one time or another, that seems like highway robbery. And makes it very attractive. All of a sudden, ramen sounds delicious.

There are things that we miss every so often that are kind of cheapo, pre-fab…well, just crap really. And right now that thing is ramen noodles. With a little inspiration from a pal, some creativity and an assist from the noodle wall (package of 5 blocks of ramen noodles, sans flavor packets=1,20€), we managed to sate the craving. About half a liter of boiling water with about 1 heaping tablespoon of powdered vegetable broth, a pinch of ground ginger and half a teaspoon of dark soy added plus one block of noodles cooked for about 3 minutes is nearly a dead-ringer for Top Ramen Oriental flavor soup.

It’s considerably more expensive than the pre-packaged stuff, but it doesn’t taste like it. Which is fine with us.

all closed up

Man, what is it with this place?

Yesterday, we needed an ice cream fix. Our favorite Eisdiele, Diba, next to the Pustet Passage, was closed, despite business hours posted in the window that declared them open and ready to satisfy us. We shuffled over to Neupfarrplatz and tried to hit up Gellini instead — no love there, either.

Then today Tammy tried to walk in at a hair salon at 8:00 a.m., since they were supposed to be open, according to their hours — no dice…at least not for a couple hours. This evening, marking the one-week anniversary of our first day back at work and home after the cruise, we were planning on hitting our favorite local Greek restaurant (not, as you might think, because it’s so authentic, and/or we had so much Greek fare while abroad, but rather just because it’s tasty). I met her there directly after work. And guess what? They were closed, contradicting their posted business hours and messing up our dinner plans. Surprise.

P9241963About the only thing that has been unexpectedly open lately has been the tower of the Dreieinigkeitskirche (church of the Holy Trinity) around the corner from us, between Bombay Express and the Thai joint, Havan Bistro. Even after nine o’clock last night, they were open for visitors to climb up the I-don’t-know-how-many flights of stairs and take the city by the light of the full moon and gentle late summer breeze.

It was nice.