While New Yorkers especially and Bushwickians in particular are willing to go to great lengths for food (especially since the only available cuisine in the neighborhood appears to be “Mexican” by way of a Dominican slant), there is something a bit cruel about Ichiran’s isolating “flavor concentration booths.”
“We understand that, with Bushwick being a ‘richer’ area nowadays, there’s a higher prevalence of office workers who might be slightly offput by the notion of having to sit in a cubicle to eat their ramen. But hey, that’s the price for understanding and savoring every flavor,” commented one Ichiran employee, Bart Cruellebe, a 27-year-old who has never had to endure the cube life for money.
One office worker Lara Nacantdoit, a 32-year-old who already has to eat at her desk because of her high-powered job of commenting on other people’s Facebook posts, refuses to even walk into Ichiran because of its aesthetic. “I just can’t, you know? It’s way too traumatic for an office drone like myself to be forced into a cube to enjoy ramen. Fuck that.” And so, it seems Ichiran is far more suited to those folks who have only worked in the service industry.
Written by Genna Rivieccio