Cocoron

M. was out on Friday and I had errands to run before leaving for Boston so I thought I would quickly grab a solitary meal of my favorite cold dipping soba at our old haunt, Cocoron. It turned out not so quick when I ran into Colin, who, it seems, is always there when we're there, but also because, I suppose, you can't rush soba. That's ok because I was thoroughly happy, even as I ran out the door.
Cocoron, 61 Delancey St., NY, NY 10002 (btwn Eldridge and Allen)