Post by Phoebe Minola on Feb 24, 2014 8:35:52 GMT -5
Phoebe sighed in content. The smell of noodles! Nothing beats the smell of freshly-cooked noodles. The aroma of broth, the delicate scent of seasonings and cooked meat, the fizz of beer or soda and the simmering soup -- it's heaven. She loved the smell of noodle shops. After a long morning working at school she came all the way here to Queen's Arch to treat herself to a bowl of her favorite chicken yakisoba noodles dish. As usual during lunch time, the eatery was very crowded. This particular shop was very popular with the younger crowd and there were always many kids here after school. Phoebe always supposed the attraction lay half in the good food and half in the attractive atmosphere of the place; the owners were young and the place was accordingly decorated and arranged in a modern, tasteful style.
Hauling her heavy bag, Phoebe went in and inhaled the heady mix of wonderful smells. She loved it. She went straight to an empty seat at the counter and hopped up on a high stool. Now there was only one seat at the counter free, the one next to her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Minola, how are you today?" one of the chefs behind the counter said kindly.
"Good afternoon! I'm fine, thanks. Can I have a bowl of chicken yakisoba and some spring rolls, please? Oh and I want a big glass of cold cola. I'm parched!" Phoebe replied, settling in her seat.
Chatting with the chefs wasn't unusual. People who work hard can't always be expected to do so in silence, especially when surrounded with people. She always wondered why she never started these conversations but she was fine with answering when addressed.
"Had a good day at work?"
"Oh yes, it was pretty good. I've been asked to do counseling for students. Today was my first."
"Counseling! You're so mature Miss Minola."
"More like I'm the only one with an open schedule..." Phoebe huffed with a wan smile. "Ah! Please don't make my dish so huge, I can't eat all of that!"
The chef was about to make her a bowl of yakisoba big enough for two people. Really, she ought to know better. This place was famed for portion size as well as quality. It always made her conscious of her weight when she came here to eat. The noodles were delicious but they also packed a heck of a lot of calories. And the chefs always assumed she liked to eat a lot because she was chubby.
In fact, she knew that quite a lot of giggling from a table behind her had a source: 'Oh my gosh, look at that lady. Her butt is wider than the stool she's sitting on!' She felt her face get red and fidgeted in her seat.
Par of the course, that's what happens when you eat in a place full of middle and high-schoolers.
A bowl of noodles was placed on the counter for her and she pulled it in front of her, along with two spring rolls with sweet and sour sauce and a large cola.
She snapped apart her chopsticks and smirked, putting aside her resent.
And I don't give a fuck. Noodles! I'm gonna work out later so I'll need the energy.
Hauling her heavy bag, Phoebe went in and inhaled the heady mix of wonderful smells. She loved it. She went straight to an empty seat at the counter and hopped up on a high stool. Now there was only one seat at the counter free, the one next to her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Minola, how are you today?" one of the chefs behind the counter said kindly.
"Good afternoon! I'm fine, thanks. Can I have a bowl of chicken yakisoba and some spring rolls, please? Oh and I want a big glass of cold cola. I'm parched!" Phoebe replied, settling in her seat.
Chatting with the chefs wasn't unusual. People who work hard can't always be expected to do so in silence, especially when surrounded with people. She always wondered why she never started these conversations but she was fine with answering when addressed.
"Had a good day at work?"
"Oh yes, it was pretty good. I've been asked to do counseling for students. Today was my first."
"Counseling! You're so mature Miss Minola."
"More like I'm the only one with an open schedule..." Phoebe huffed with a wan smile. "Ah! Please don't make my dish so huge, I can't eat all of that!"
The chef was about to make her a bowl of yakisoba big enough for two people. Really, she ought to know better. This place was famed for portion size as well as quality. It always made her conscious of her weight when she came here to eat. The noodles were delicious but they also packed a heck of a lot of calories. And the chefs always assumed she liked to eat a lot because she was chubby.
In fact, she knew that quite a lot of giggling from a table behind her had a source: 'Oh my gosh, look at that lady. Her butt is wider than the stool she's sitting on!' She felt her face get red and fidgeted in her seat.
Par of the course, that's what happens when you eat in a place full of middle and high-schoolers.
A bowl of noodles was placed on the counter for her and she pulled it in front of her, along with two spring rolls with sweet and sour sauce and a large cola.
She snapped apart her chopsticks and smirked, putting aside her resent.
And I don't give a fuck. Noodles! I'm gonna work out later so I'll need the energy.