Regular readers may remember my review of “Super Noodle”, a quaint and hip little noodle shop on the outskirts of SoHo. I was a big fan and a regular customer for some time, stopping my visits purely because I was not working near them for a short time. A few months later, I return to find out that the place has transformed into “70 Super Noodle”.
Retaining the original signage right down to the chalkboard on the sidewalk, the only way you would know the place changed hands is to walk inside. There, you will see that the innards are mostly the same, but gone is the menu that was another chalkboard, replaced by an easier to read and professionally-made sign. None of the old items are gone, in fact, they are all still there. However, the restaurant now serves Tibetan food, mostly soups, in addition to the predominantly Chinese menu.
The place seems to use the same ingredients as its predecessors, but alas, there appear to be some severe growing pains that “70 Super Noodle” needs to work on, and fast.
I know too many people in my office that don’t do anything for lunch beyond “Subway” sandwiches. The more daring/ elitist ones will venture around the block to go to “Pret A Manger”, exclaiming how they make the sandwiches fresh. I laugh at their pathetic safe lunches, and often challenge them to join me and do something different. Few take the plunge, citing price or distance.
Working near SoHo, there are plenty of places to get lunch on a budget, although nothing can beat a mediocre five-dollar foot-long with inferior toppings and animal by-products according to too many of my co-workers. If you feel adventurous, Thai restaurant “Peep” offers a prix-fixe lunch that allows you to sample a variety of flavors in one convenient and cost-effective way – their lunch boxes.
People who know me well know that soup is kind of a big deal to me. It’s a universal comfort food, and so simple to make. I am a sucker for noodle soups, especially the Asian variety. When I was in Japan for my brief trip, I managed to slurp down at least one bowl of soup a day, whether it was udon, ramen, or something else along those lines.
While walking towards Bleecker st. along 7th Avenue, I had noticed that a vacant store finally had a new resident. That empty spot used to be a Szechuan hot spot, and before that another random Chinese restaurant. Today, it was “Super Noodle”, an authentic Chinese noodle house. Since this is a NY winter, 7th Avenue was acting as a windtunnel for the harsh 20 degree weather, and it was obvious the only thing I could do to survive from freezing to death was to get myself some soup.