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| - There I was - shoeless, shirtless, without any money, hair all a-frazzled, a rumblin' belly, slightly, cold, disoriented and weak at the knees. I had just woken up from a long slumber, and I had no idea that my day would involve an impromptu trip to a delicious ramen house.
It was my first time at Kinton Ramen on Queen, and let me tell you, I will for sure be going back for a taste of the good stuff. It was a brisk fall day - I know this review is a little late. I had been working pretty hard that morning on some things, and a break for lunch was welcomed with open arms, or should I say, an open mouth, haha.
A group of us at work ended up all wanting Kinton, well, admittedly except for me because I didn't really know of the place. But I was titillated by the idea of a new, soupy experience, and when the words 'fried chicken' left the lips of my colleague and hit my ears, all was lost, and I needed to dive into the broth.
So we left for Kinton, at the crack of noon. It was a pretty chilly walk there because of the harsh, fall wind. But it was a sunny day, so that was fun.
When we got there, the wait was very, very long. Too long to wait. So we made the crazy decision to go somewhere else. Okay, I'll admit I was just along for the ride, but I was a little sad to not get that fried chicken ramen I had heard some much about.
We left, but then on the walk there things sort of fell apart. One person had to run back to work, so me and another waited, while the others went some other direction to another ramen house, promising to save us seats.
Well, those seats would remain empty, because me and the other waiting wanda decided to pull a fast one over the crew, and high-tail it back to Kinton. We figured, with less of us, we could secure a seat and obtain this so highly sought after fried chicken ramen.
And we did.
And it was so, so good.
Every bite was a juicy, mouth-watering, perfect balance of broth and beautiful chicken. I couldn't believe the flavours set before me, and the excellent quantity. It was all for me, all of it. And I ate all of it. Well, almost all of it. I get full pretty easily.
We left, and went back to work, hiding from our poor colleagues that we had indulged in a ramen experience that won't soon be forgotten. We had 'sandwiches', we said. 'Sandwiches for the history books.'
Thanks Kinton, I love you.
Your pal,
Mitch
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