First Impression Series: 3

We were hungry, and fortunately with Christina, who informed us that we were parked conveniently right in front of a noodle shop.
This is how it works:
Take a basket, and fill it with goodies: fried tofu, chopped squid, sliced greens (like boc choy) powdered pork -- and other choices I couldn't identify. The lady and her two daughters work swiftly over a steaming vat set into the counter. She tosses in thick white noodles and swirls their basket through the boiling water. Then she pours them into a bowl and heats up the goodies for a moment. She adds spices to the broth, and voila, there's your noodle soup.
Her daughter was hipster cool, wearing low-cut jeans with a wide belt, and a tight short t-shirt saying "Minnie is the best friend of Micky." It was hot, as hot as a steambath sauna, well over 100, but just beyond their cook station that was open to the street, they had a heavily air-conditioned dining room which poured artic air over us every time the door was opened.
The noodles were fantastic, and cheap. Less than $1 for a bowl. They have great respect for vegetarians, which is such a relief.