From the girthy bigoli, to the sleek and slender capelli d'angelo, every noodle has a story, that's what I always say.
Tagliatelle? That's the noodle for the business casual type of guy. His crisp button down shirts and smooth talking about corporate synergy distract you from what his eyes are saying: "This job is killing me Susan. I wanted to be a painter."
Farfalle? Black tie, dirty martini, with the Rolex to match. You can't trust a single thing this man says, but you still do.
Glass noodles? Deceptively bland looking, like the nerdy girl in 90s movies who takes her glasses off and she's all of a sudden a smoke show. News flash buddy, she was always a smoke show, you're just weirdly ableist against people that can't see very good.
And then there's Ramen. The sk8er boi that got away.
I have no idea which kind of noodles "Noodle Story" on the loop serves, but lets be honest, nobody reads Meetup descriptions anyway.
