Birthday Dinner at his choice.
You’ve read this a lot in my blog: I don’t like Ramen. But since it was his birthday, his wish was to eat at Kichitora. Then I gave in.
He ordered for us –
It wasn’t that bad. Serving was definitely worthy of the price. I was too full that I can swear the noodles expanded in my stomach. It wasn’t cravings-worthy for me unless it was pouring really hard outside and I wanted something hot. But it wasn’t bad either.
Would I come back? Only if he asks.