During my childhood, frequent visits to my grandfather in Shibuya painted some of the most vivid and cherished memories of my youth. In those times, a blonde-haired child was a rarity in the streets of Tokyo, yet the local children embraced me with a warmth and affability that spoke volumes of their innate generosity. Japanese instant ramen stands as a testament to those bygone days. The jingle "Ima nannji beef aji" still rings in my ears. When translated directly into English, the phrase takes on an amusing charm that, even now, brings a nostalgic smile to my lips. I fondly remember the unique spices that accompanied "Sapporo Ichiban", and the peculiarly delightful taste of "Charumera" ramen when its noodles had just the right amount of sogginess. These flavors, in more ways than one, transport me back to a simpler, joy-filled era of my life. A taste, not just of food, but of memories etched in the annals of time.