After the show we thought we’d pick up some food before catching the train home. Normally we’d grab a burger or something but for some reason I fancied something different. We ended up at Wagamama’s a hipster paradise. I’ve only eaten there a couple of times before, it’s okay food, something different but what made my night was the ladle I used to eat the soup.
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