Not the same old same ORD

What a wonderful globe spin it was my own cousins! I went to go to see that marvelous muso from Moscow, Ms. Marina V. The sonorous songbird so charmed your own harlequin that he glided through the streets of Hollywood dancing to her melodies oblivious as to where he was.

Suddenly your own traveling trickster found himself in front of ORD NOODLES, a noodle-ya that specializes in those grinds seen in the lands of reclining buddahs and boat filled klongs.

Well there was nothing more to do than to sit down and engage a big bowl of the house special, a bubbling broth of pork, pesci balls, and floppity rice noodles. Accompanied by a salad of lime spiked ground pork called larb, your own harlequin was prepared for some soul warming grinds that would only lift his already buoyant spirits through the roof.

He did not have to wait long, the server sped the soup to the table and boy was it busy bowl. I mean look at the biosphere of brothy bounty that your own clown of comestibles tucked into, a veritable aquarium of chewy slurpy bits.


All set was your uncle to doctor up the so called spicy soup with the carnival of condiments on the table, that he nearly did not take a test sip. BOOM! The spices and the chilies in the soup caused my glorious hat to shoot three feet off my head, it was obvious oh my brothers, that this soup not only did not need a doctor, it was gym going and could run a marathon.

So with hashi and spoon, your narrator happily attacked the bowl, alternately slurping and panting from the heat.

The larb arrived not too long after, a wondrous plate of chopped carne flavored with cilantro, chilies, and lime all to be spooned up with crunchy cabbage leaves.

Between the soup and the larb you would think that this story would end tragically, your own gamboling gourmoo bursting into fire like a match head. But my own aqua angel, kept my water glass filled, obviously worried that a melting harlequin would spoil others diner’s grinds, and a sweet milk laden Thai tea cooled the inferno in my mouth.

So can I suggest ORD NOODLES to you oh my brothers and sisters? I can! Go plug a cool voiced chanteuse into your ear holes and set to slurping some chili laden noodles. With a cool voice and a spoon full of fire, be prepared for some sun and ice that will make your own little red pump beat brightly. Also be prepared to bring some folding gelt, not a lot, but some, as that is all they take, the cashee money, no cards made of dinosaurs.

Ord Noodles 5401 Hollywood Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90027 (323) 468-9302