Another mobile post because the novelty of blogging as it all unfolds has not worn off. And I feel like a bit less of a bum eating alone if I’m actually engrossed in serious blog activity at my empty table.
Here’s the scene: Idaho commons, downstairs, hordes or North Face fleece clad co-eds on their iPhones standing in line for the three restaurant counters; sub shop, Mexican, mall food court Chinese. And then, in the corner, the forsaken and forgotten Japanese (ish) cooler. Sushi was a bit suspect, but just-add-hot-water miso looked yum. Paper bowl, miso paste, rice noodles, dehydrated veg, puffed rice. Add a can of green tea an the NYT and this little school kid is good to go.