Oh soba from Hiro's. You feed my soul.
Your dusky curry miso broth cures my malaise.
I know I shouldn't have eaten so many other things before you.
Not being able to finish you was a crime.
just that good. If I could eat you each day of my life I would.
You are divinely comforting in all your soba noodle goodness. I like the
carrots too- nice touch.
You are simple in a way that all things should be.
You could soothe the broken hearted and heal the swine infested with your
warmth. I suggest a crack at world peace, but let's start small for now. The tourists that stay at those luxe hotels on the beach may never know the
joy of your richness as you are hidden inside a cheap strip mall. I may be greedy but delight in that fact as there will always be more for
me. Though you inspire me to write cliched poems and drip broth all over my new
shirt from Calypso, I just love you. That is all. More please. (For those who don't know about this place, get there. Now. Don't be
surprised if you rip off Byron after you eat at this joint. It's truly
inspired and a rare gem in the Miami restaurant scene.) http://yakko-san.com/