So as it would happen, I was no longer able to fight of the imminent cold that I knew was coming to take up residence in my already cold-war-torn body. And as it would also happen, it showed me no mercy. And so I begin my sad (but food filled) tale, as I lay in bed, with a box of tissues on one side and a hot water bottle on the other, sniffling my way through The Man In The High Castle (which by the way, is one HECK of a show and if you haven’t started watching it already, I suggest you go do it now!).
My other half, knowing exactly what would cheer me up, suggested we head to Wagamama for a cheeky Ramen (more like I begged and pleaded and coerced him into saying yes). And with that, I jumped out of bed, threw on my warmest scarf and was ready to go faster than you can say Juliana Crane! The walk was miserable and dreary, and I can tell you I have had it with the poor rainy drizzle of a winter we’ve had so far. But, Ramen, my friends, was enough of a motivation for me to keep going towards the bright, warm lights of Wagamama in Leamington Spa; I was like a bee drawn to honey!
Sometimes, being the indecisive person I am, I take my time in deciding what I want from their insanely mouthwatering menu (mainly because I wanted everything on said menu, but neither my stomach nor my bank account can ever justify it!). Finally settling on Chicken Chilli Ramen (best I’ve ever had!) and a delicious side I couldn’t pronounce the name of, I began my long torturous wait for my food to arrive (by long and torturous I mean ten minutes…).
Oh but it was soooo well worth the wait! A steaming bowl of Ramen was swiftly placed before me and I dug in, and with every spoonful of noodles, broth, chicken and vegetable heavenliness, my cold started to recede (at least I’d like to think so!). The flavours and aromas of such an amazing dish are enough to make me want to go back to Wagamama over and over again. The lovely staff and the peaceful aesthetic of the restaurant make eating such delicious Ramen a good kick up the butt for my cold.
I am convinced there is no bigger foodie out there than me, so cold or no cold, I never need an excuse to go to Wagamama. And to go the extra mile, we also ended up ordering the banana katsu for desert (which was all kinds of amazing and definitely got a big thumbs up from me!). So if you’re fighting a cold, like me, and if you’re a lover of all things Ramen, also like me, I would definitely recommend you pop over to your nearest Wagamama and treat yo’ self to a good old bowl of noodle-y goodness.