Along with frozen yogurt joints, the East Village has been overwhelmed by ramen noodle shops. Ramen shops are the new banks--one on every corner. And now another one is coming...to the corner long occupied by Love Saves the Day.
I don't get the current ramen fanaticism. I understand it's different than the stuff you buy dry at the bodega, but my association to ramen goes to student days, being broke, cleaning toilets for a living, and eating ramen for every meal.
This is how it goes in Newer York: Lose a one-of-a-kind neighborhood institution, gain one more of the many same.