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to get to our final destination we had to take a flight, a train, and then a bus. This was at the train station waiting for the bus - a welcome break just in time for some of the best raman I've ever had. We went into the first little restaurant and tried to ask for takeout. The older owner had to call his daughter over who spoke a bit of English. The daughter went next door and then came back to tell us that the next door little restaurant could do take-out.