“Would you like to share your dreams today?” A waiter greeted me as I stepped into the tiny restaurant. A couple of friends and I had Ubered over to Porter Square’s hole-in-the-wall ramen restaraunt, Yume Wo Katare.
“Those are Communist symbols!” the husband says of the butterflies floating in the scenery. “Those are lemons!” claims his wife.
His name is Rigo, he works the night shift, and he is Instagram famous.
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It was, without a doubt, the best brisket I’ve ever eaten—thick slabs of meat, blackened around the edges, yet nonetheless so tender it melted immediately in my mouth.
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