“Man, it’s really hot.”
“Let’s go get a bowl of boiling hot liquid.”
I resisted the alluring smells of Slapfish as I came of the bridge and pressed on to the far end of UTC to satiate my 3 day craving for Japanese flavors.
Extra points for presentation.
The murky, oily broth really hit the spot on this extremely typical Socal day, oddly enough. Also, I don’t remember liking bean sprouts as much as I did in this bowl. They just worked so well with the broth, meat, and wheaty ramen.
The “special egg” (that’s what it says on the menu I’m not being cheeky this time) was only just hard boiled. That with a spoonful of broth were perhaps the best bite paired with a pull from the nice mug of Kirin.
Now I really feel ready for the Jodaiko workshop this evening.
College isn’t so bad. If you can compartmentalize and ignore the obscene cost and the bureaucracy and the overall flawed nature of the system it perpetuates, it’s a pretty cool place to hang out.
UCI happens to be across the street (by way of a bridge, as it happens, which is super cool) from UTC, or “University Town Center,” for the literally and/or figuratively uninitiated. Get it? Because frats? Fortunately, UCI isn’t so big on the whole Greek life thing. Presumably due to the same counterculture attitude that led to a freakin ANTEATER being the mascot.
Anyways, across that confounded bridge one finds what is basically a shopping center-sized food court. As one would expect, all the big demographics of Irvine are represented in food.
On the 4th day of classes, I FINALLY made the crossing. Even in the 3 o’clock hour many places had a goodly crowd. Slapfish, for multiple reasons, suggested itself to me.
$20 lunch eaten next to the campus Panda Express and cafeteria. Only in Irvine, right? No but seriously. I should show this post to someone in the Sociology department.
The simplicity of the food would possibly limit what I have to say about it, but the sheer quality offsets that somewhat. The juicy, briny lobster in a coating of sauce of the proper thickness is obviously the star, but the bread held up its side just fine. And special commendation to the fries for being among the best-fried I’ve had.
The only downside is that now I’ll have a hard time continuing my survey of UTC knowing how good Slapfish is.