Rrraaaaahhhhmen

Isn't there something about the piping hot bowl of noodles that kinda draws you in and makes you feel oh-so-comfortable that you juz go "Mmmyuuummm" every time? We love Japanese and we love ramen. Kyushu, Hokkaido, Sapporo.. Whatever. So imagine our sheer excitement when we stumbled upon a whole row of ramen joints over the weekend when all I wanted was hunt down this Japanese bakery so I could sink my teeth into the most delish azuki cream puff everyone is raving about. Of course the BF wanted to dive straight into a bowl of ramen, post brunch, there and then. But fortunately I managed to distract him with a spot of cream that was left over after I had devoured the puff. Ha.