webwide noodling

latest reviews

iberico bar: true lard leaves no traces

thumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail image

Anyone who knows me well will likely know of my affection for Spanish cuisine, a passion which rivals and in many ways, surpasses even my love for ramen. Admittedly, I don’t eat noodles nearly as much as I used to. A steady diet of Mediterranean influence - fish and tomatoes, olive oil and beans,has replaced a lot of my gonzo noodle slurping in recent months. In part this has to do with health; all those fats and carbs have to go somewhere, and as relatively young as (I’d like to think) I am, it’s never too early to cut back on the calories and perhaps spare a few arteries in the process.

more >>


features

gatcha got goin’ on?

thumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail imagethumbnail image
Anyone familiar with masturbation will know all about Japan’s love for gatcha gatcha capsule toys. And anyone who knows about capsule toys will certainly be hip to ReMent’s line of miniature food replicas. Although these aren’t gatcha in the truest sense of the word (they’re sold in Japanese markets with a token piece of “candy”), luck of the draw does play a big factor in the toy you get. Think Cracker Jack without the caramel-coated corn but with a singular piece of gum and one incredibly awesome toy set. Not to boast (ok, fine, to boast), but through a combination of shaking, fondling, and weighing, my record on getting the toy I want is something like 23-2, better than Royce Gracie and Antonio Noguiera in the MMA ring. (Now all I need is for Eiko Koike to give me that bridging back suplex, if you know what I mean). Anyway, the latest from ReMent is their Deribarii assortment - Japanese “delivery” foods. There’s sushi, fried chicken, “Doremi” pizza, and set #4: an honest to goodness, saran-wrapped replica of Menkichi ramen and gyoza with a miniature bowl little bigger than a 100 yen piece. We all know which one I want. Did i score? 24-2 baby. I need to get laid.

18 of 24 pages | « First  <  16 17 18 19 20 >  Last »

 
 

latest posts

careful… your bowl may be bugged!

thumbnail imagethumbnail image

So I just arrived in Tokyo, and what do I find? Bug repellent in everybody’s favorite Nissin Foods brand Cup Noodle! Apparently, 500,000 packages of instant ramen have been recalled due to paradichlorobenzene contamination as of today. And there I was, standing at Lawson’s Station, contemplating which newfound flavor to buy (Manhattan or New England Clam Chowder Cup Noodle, anyone?) Looks like I may have to take a rain check on those. But it doesn’t end there. Myojo has announced a recall of its own. Does that mean that these rival instant noodle makers source the same dried stuff? I’m sure that’s the real question on peoples’ minds in light of all this. Momofuku Ando can’t be the only doing backflips in his grave right about now.

source: I’m lazy and it was just on the Yahoo! main

pleased to meet me? ooh yeeah!


aw, c’mon. indulge me. this is as close as i’m ever gonna get to having peter saville design my album cover…

Ever wanted to meet the “rameniac”? Well, um… now you can?! ohh  In a desperate attempt to ride my fifteen minutes of fame into the sixteenth minute, yours truly will be appearing at the West Hollywood Book Fair on Sunday the 28th of this month. I’ll be guesting on a panel entitled “Feed Your Muse: Food, Creativity, and Writing,” alongside Marilyn Friedman, Jonathan Gold (yes, that one), and Laraine Newman and moderated by KCRW’s Evan Kleiman in conjunction with Writing Pad.

Apparently, there will be a signing as well, and since I don’t exactly have a book out (yet!), feel free to bring your empty ramen packages, love letters, record contracts, or exposed body parts and I’ll be more than thrilled to sharpie ‘em all up. Heck, I’ll sign anything, even that sandpaper first edition The Return of the Durutti Column vinyl LP you’ve got laying around. You know, the one, hand-glued by the members of Joy Division, that brings the party to a grinding halt. Actually, if you gave that to me to sign, I’d just run off with it. The food fight starts at noon in the Writer’s Pavilion. Yeayurh.

9 of 25 pages | « First  <  7 8 9 10 11 >  Last »
members area
rss feed
  • rss
advertisements