I Dream In Italics, Eat In Mandarin and Order In English At the Noodle Shop
by Dena Rash Guzman
HE INNER WINDOW of this noodle shop is steamy. There is a down of rain out the door but my hair hangs in perfect, shiny waves of ethereal beauty. I am confident in this place, all grace and poise. I am nimble at the wonky stool, defeating its short leg and cracked vinyl cushion. ...click here to READ MORE