Narcolepsy
Yesterday we went to lunch at Shinjuku in Makati Avenue. I hadn’t been there in years, but I used to like their food and the place has a good reputation. Like many “authentic” Japanese restaurants in Manila they don’t have a printed menu but a photo album of their dishes. Uro, fountain of useless knowledge, ordered a miso ramen and gyoza; I had the udon ramen. I must point out that neither of us has a delicate constitution, and Uro likes to try hole-in-the-wall canteens where the food is bright atomic yellow with turmeric.
Lunch was alright, we had no complaints. Less than an hour later we’re sitting in traffic when Uro passes out (good thing neither of us was driving). I get home 15 minutes later, put a DVD in the player, and before I can hit Play, I lose consciousness. I wake up an hour later feeling zonked, try to read, get through a few pages, and fall asleep again. It was past 9pm when I finally got up.
Today we compared notes and Uro said he was still barely conscious. It must’ve been the MSG in the ramen that knocked us out. Ironically Uro often points out that MSG is not evil, and that glutamates occur naturally in wine and cheese. I feel like I was at lunch with the Ativan gang.
I have to take a nap again.
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