A sexual encounter brought about by preparing and serving ramen to an individual in exchange for intercourse.
"Honey, I'm real hungry. Could you fix me some ramen?"
"I can, for a ramen romp."
"Fine, fine, just go fix me my ramen. And it better be good."
"I can, for a ramen romp."
"Fine, fine, just go fix me my ramen. And it better be good."
by Onshava April 24, 2020
Get the Ramen Rompmug. by White Girls at Starbucks February 14, 2017
Get the Ramen noodlemug. It is what to say when someone you know is being annoying and loud as you watch something from your fandom.
by Bluest of Juice October 4, 2018
Get the eat the ramenmug. Ramen intrigues me.
Nothing is cooler in my mind than being a ramen chef, what I’d call a ramen master. It’s the type of thing that has gurus, not professionals.
I want to whip up ramen and wolf it down. It comes with its own set of verbs.
Whip.
Wolf.
Slurp.
Sweat.
Viscosity made for sick days to beat chicken soup. Umami. Umami. Umami. That’s what the fancy shmancy chefs call it. Shmancy must be added because ramen laughs at itself a little – probably as a result of its instant noodle child, the brunt of all jokes about slummy college dorm rooms.
Ramen’s other relative, udon, gives me a feeling in my mouth that’s contagious to my gut. Say it big and grinning now, with vowels deep: U-DON. Like UMAMI. Or my friend’s dog DUKE. It’s the sound of the long u that does it for me. Makes me feel like I’m talking to a bear or a whale.
Ramen is similar, but it makes me feel like I am the bear.
It feels like a breathy breath out, when you exhale from the back of your throat to mimic the sound of a crowd in a stadium. Thousands of people cheering.
I picture chopsticks scooping, stuffing, folding. Fat dissolved and noodles flowing. Ruggedness, companionship, wiliness.
The discipline of a monk and the callousness of a dog. Dogged. But it sounds like BEAR.
I’m going to be a ramen guru.
Nothing is cooler in my mind than being a ramen chef, what I’d call a ramen master. It’s the type of thing that has gurus, not professionals.
I want to whip up ramen and wolf it down. It comes with its own set of verbs.
Whip.
Wolf.
Slurp.
Sweat.
Viscosity made for sick days to beat chicken soup. Umami. Umami. Umami. That’s what the fancy shmancy chefs call it. Shmancy must be added because ramen laughs at itself a little – probably as a result of its instant noodle child, the brunt of all jokes about slummy college dorm rooms.
Ramen’s other relative, udon, gives me a feeling in my mouth that’s contagious to my gut. Say it big and grinning now, with vowels deep: U-DON. Like UMAMI. Or my friend’s dog DUKE. It’s the sound of the long u that does it for me. Makes me feel like I’m talking to a bear or a whale.
Ramen is similar, but it makes me feel like I am the bear.
It feels like a breathy breath out, when you exhale from the back of your throat to mimic the sound of a crowd in a stadium. Thousands of people cheering.
I picture chopsticks scooping, stuffing, folding. Fat dissolved and noodles flowing. Ruggedness, companionship, wiliness.
The discipline of a monk and the callousness of a dog. Dogged. But it sounds like BEAR.
I’m going to be a ramen guru.
Ramen intrigues me.
by ramenguru35$$$#yum July 28, 2016
Get the Ramenmug. by Kingdom Miracle November 29, 2020
Get the Ramenmug.