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| - With all the hope and optimism of Charlie Brown charging towards that football, I continually returned to the Noodle Man, ignoring past blunders, knowing that THIS time would be THE time. Yet the Noodle Man is a perfect Lucy - each and every visit, pulling the football away at the last and final moment.
I was so excited to learn about the Noodle Man as it is very close to my work and, come on, hand pulled noodles. What's not to like?
On my first visit, I ordered the hand pulled noodles, pork, and mushrooms in broth. They say part of the culinary experience is presentation and the Noodle Man made no mistakes in that regard. The look of the dish was delicious to the eyes and immediately made my mouth water. And then, the first taste came and went without a notice. What? How is that possible? A second taste and bam! Charlie Brown on his back, Lucy laughing holding the football from him. The dish was just... Meh. No flavor whatsoever. Totally bummed. Regardless of the lackluster experience, I chalked this up to an anomaly and vowed to return once more.
On my second visit, I ordered pork belly and knife cut noodles. I was sure the taste would come through and I would find a new favorite restaurant for lunch. I brought the dish back to my office and my mouth watered all the way back to work in anticipation of what I knew was to be amazingness. When I finally dug in I was supremely let down. More of the same nothingness from a taste perspective. How could this be?! I literally threw the dish away after several bites, defeated.
This brings me to my third and final visit. I was determined to find the blast of tastes that I knew lived at Noodle Man but had eluded me, so I ordered red pepper pork and noodles in broth. Same quick trip back to the office, same mouth watering anticipation. After one bite I was pleased to find some heat, but it was oddly not appetizing. I continued with the dish thinking the taste would come but it did not. On my fifth or so slurp of noodles the Noodle Man's fate was sealed. An unfortunate drop of red pepper juice lingered at the bottom of a noodle in mid-slurp when it got flung upwards into my eye!
Holy hell the pain was exquisite. I ran to the bathroom and put my head under a facet with cold water running across my face and open eye. As I tended to my wounds (physical and emotional) I knew... The Noodle Man was dead to me. Good bye Noodle Man. I wanted so much to love you.
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