Ahhh.... zaru soba. Had my first zaru soba of the year today, and it was passable. I'm absolutely in love with the idea of zaru soba on a hot day, but it never really pans out the way you'd hope. Still, I will carry on as a zaru romantic, imagining that someday, with sweat pouring from my brow, I will stumble into the perfect sobayasan and order the ultimate zaru soba. My stomach as well as my soul will be sated.
Until then, I will eat zaru soba with sauce too watery, or simply not plentiful enough; with completely limp, flavorless noodles that clump on the serving tray into a hard to eat katamari of buckwheat, or barely enough noodles to build a pile at all; with wasabi too cheap to properly dissolve, and with no real kick; with negi that was cut hours before and has lost its zest. Yea, I will eat them, one and all, and I will smile, believe against the odds that the true zaru of zarus lies tucked away in the next back alley.
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