shimamoto noodle – irvine, ca

It was hot…really hot. It was over 90 degrees a unexpectedly humid. Too hot for ramen? We peered through the door of the seemingly deserted office. I know there’s a ghost kitchen just a couple of offices down, and I didn’t see any signs where we were. Maybe we’re at the wrong place? I looked at the website more carefully. “This *is* the right address, isn’t it?” I’m told there’s a sign up now I decided to place my order and hope for the best. “Here goes nothing!” I murmured as I tapped “Confirm”. I was kind’a hoping that Keizo decided to make this some sort of ramen speakeasy and that a mysterious person would suddenly pop up and ask for a secret phrase, or maybe a hidden door would open… No such luck…my phone pinged with a message, and *of course* I didn’t read it carefully, so the time came, I wandered to the back of the building to get it. We went to the back of the building and knocked on the door. Keizo greeted us with a big smile. He kindly asked us to go get a table at the…