During my first meal at the Chubby Noodle, I endured a sonic assault of chirpy, bubble-gum electro-pop straight out of a junior high cotillion. Also setting the mood was an NBA game on multiple screens and a shrill tiara party in the corner. But amid this audio melee, I barely looked up from my food. Only after I’d eaten the last morsel of tender fried chicken, slurped down the rich ramen dregs and hit the bottom of my savory grits, did I notice, “Hey, this place is annoying.” Read More