This is my general policy on sweating: It’s disgusting. Don’t do it.
Well … unless there is good reason. Like, say, an awesome bowl of soup noodles.
On the hottest day of summer so far in New York, a scorching bowl of ramen seemed like an insane choice for dinner. But there we were in Midtown, just blocks away from the recently opened Totto Ramen — a new sliver of a noodle shop by the owners of Yakitori Totto, whose grilled rice balls coated with a crispy soy-sauce glaze have occupied more of my dreams than I can count. (Hey, Thomas Keller is a fan of the place, too.)
Since we were practically within sniffing distance of the new place, a visit was definitely in order …