I went to town with JJ and stayed in her office helping her around. At lunch time, I went to the small restaurant which makes very good hand-stretched noodle. They remember me because last year when I was in Philly, I had lunch there very often. People go there for their hand-made noodle, while I always ordered ready-to-cook rice noodle—the rice noodle they make tastes just like what I used to eat in my hometown.

As I went into the restaurant, the owner greeted me saying “long time no see”. While I was looking at the menu, she already knew what I wanted. “Rice noodle with beef, right?”

The way they made the noodle has changed a little bit. They didn’t put pickles in there before. But it tasted as great.

More often than not, people like one thing not because it is new, but because it is old and familiar.

This is the way that an old place makes you feel good when you go back there.