In times of stress, the appetite turns to ramen for comfort. By
flickering candlelight in a West Village restaurant during the
hurricane's aftermath, a friend and I sat talking noodles. "Why
do all the ramen places in Brooklyn suck?" lamented the Fort
Greene resident. "Not sure they totally suck, but I know what
you mean," I replied. "The soups often seem too compulsively
creative, when you want something... More >>>