A long time ago, I went into a noodle house. The atmosphere was perfect. It was not anything overly fancy, just some scattered tables and chairs, stools by a counter, TV playing some drama for people to passively pay attention to as they ate....

When asked what one’s favorite painting is, depending on who you speak to, you could get a variety of answers. Some may pick a work by Van Gogh, others Monet, Picasso, Klimt, even Ross (as in Bob)....