The ramen place was awful.
Not awful in a charming way, either. Just genuinely terrible. If I had to compare it to something, I would say it tasted like two pairs of socks left out in the rain overnight and then somehow boiled into a broth. I honestly think I would have enjoyed chewing on cardboard more. I was still not entirely sure Ivy noticed, though, because she seemed to be enjoying it just fine.
Good for her, I guess.
