The Mouse had a doctor’s appointment, nothing serious, think Dr. Pimple Popper stuff. Ick.
After, The Mouse hunted for bread. Failed. One bakery closed on Tuesdays, one lost its baker and sold, The Mouse couldn’t find parking at the last one. Ugh!
By then, The Mouse was hungry. The edge of Chinatown. Noodle shop. Years ago, in-house hand made noodles. The Mouse thinks the thing that cannot be named took a toll on the small shop. Still there but a little dilapidated, just a little. Same owners I think.
Noodles and won ton hand made.
Mmm! Good stuff.
The Mouse ordered a take-out for The Cat (one of the reasons The Mouse chose this place).
The Mouse brought his own container. Lotsa food. The Mouse took a taste. One of the best tendon dishes. Flavorful, soft, and squishy. The Cat agreed. π
Stay safe, eat good.
The Mouse