Nightfood

Midnight.

K was walking alone in the street. He had just excused himself from a banquet, but he had no intention to go home yet. There was a full moon to appreciate, and the breeze of early autumn was addictive. But, above all, he was hungry.

As a food critic, having an empty stomach is not a familiar feeling to him. Unfortunately, all food that he poured down his throat a moment ago in that exquisite steak house seemed to have stuck in the back of his spine.

He had a gut feeling that he needed some night food to comfort his soul. Yes, that's all the reason for his wandering.

Soon, something caught his eyes. Around the cul-de-sac there was some fuzzy but inviting light from an old wood-frame window.

It was a small ramen shop.

K walked closer and took a deep breath. A familiar smell. Yes, a broth of pig bone, enriched by the flavor of chicken, further highlighted by some soy sauce.  Oh, it's Kantō (関東) style.

"What could be better than having ramen at this time of the day!" K said to himself as he pushed open the door.