June in Iceland: damp and chilly. The cold goes straight to the bones.
The day was long and satisfying, filled with waterfalls and tiny churches and geysers.
At the end of it all, we wanted to shake the cold.
We wandered around Reykjavik, dismayed by the high prices, reluctant to spring on a fancy meal. Then we saw the sign – the image of our reward. The Noodle Station. With a silent nod of agreement, we walked in.
Worn out from the cold, we barely spoke, apart from our orders. Then we sat down with our hot, steaming bowls of spicy beef noodles and felt the warmth seep back into our skin and bones. I looked around us and saw the article written on the restaurant in the New York Times. I was proud of us for finding this place on our own. It was fortuitous and delicious.
If you are in Reykjavik, and you find yourself famished (and cold or not), do not miss this treat. It was one of the best and cheapest meals we enjoyed together!
*SLURP!*
For all the particulars, this website has all the info you need.
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