The Noodle Box.

I realize this is neither a book, nor a song, but The Noodle Box eats like a symphony. I was exposed for the first time today. I haven't had that much magic in my mouth for a long time. And you can hold the "that's what she said..."s. I know, I know. Your witty tongue is eager. Bite that sucker.

MY tongue had a night that proved to be nothing less than fantastic, in every sense of the word. Is The Noodle Box real? It tastes like a dream. My stomach was no less impressed. I finished that dinner working some serious Buddha belly, and my resulting less than slim figure was worth the delicious joy ride.

Winnie the Pooh once said, "There's a rumbly in my tumbly". Well, Pooh Bear, get your ass down to The Noodle Box.

My Name is Reading This Book Immediately

My Asher Lev sesh is long overdue.

My hand holds the book.

My self hopes the hype doesn't deter.

My heart is excited- ready! Set! Go!

Middle Cyclone, by Neko Case

These are some of the best lyrics I've ever encountered.

"Retching pennies in a boiling well. In a dream. That at once becomes a foundry of mute and heavy bells. They shake me deaf and dumb."

Who is this woman, and why have I never heard of her till now?

Thank you, Conan.