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Originally Posted by big T
We Italians are way more cool headed and pragmatic about such things, as is well known.
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Erm...hee hee. Sure, Italians are cool-headed and pragmatic about their cuisine. Same as how Russians don't like vodka and Americans don't like guns, and how Israelis are tentative wallflowers who maintain appropriate social distancing and only speak when spoken to.
I look forward to patronizing lots of Italian-American eateries in the motherland. Next year, spaghetti and meatballs in Rome!
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Rather, it has to be noodles because of the soups. Ramen, laksa, pho... and, above all else, soba. A good soba is an exercise in restraint, in sparingly dispensed raw power, built entirely on the mastery of a veteran chef who knows exactly how to tease a palate without ever overwhelming it. There is nowhere to hide in a bowl of soba - the perpetrator’s most minute mistake will be plain as day, staring them back and making itself painfully obvious to disappointed guests before they even take the first slurp. Soba demands nothing short of perfection on the part of those who dare attempt to make it. It is the merciless distillation of Japanese refinement, obsession for detail, and reverence for humble produce. It is, in my minds eye, without peer.
And it is basically noodles. So the noodles win.
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I'll admit this this is eloquent and passionate. And almost convincing. Problem is, all this erudite sophistication goes down the bunghole when you get a group of Japanese slurping away like pigs at a trough. Table manners!