November 3, Monday
Minutes before it turned 5pm, Jay and I were already hungry. Especially since we skipped eating our lunch, we were craving something heavy — anything with rice or noodles.
We walked around the town square and found a Japanese restaurant with about a 4.3 Google rating.
"Dutch or English?"
Wow! I like it here. Communicating wouldn't be as hard as I imagined.
She seated us nearer the door, by the wall, and gave us a menu with an English translation under every dish.
Jay and I both got ramen—Miso Karaage Ramen for him and Miso Ebi Fry Ramen for me.
We inhaled every morsel and drop of our dinner. It was just so good.
Grote Markt 21, Breda, the Netherlands



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