There's this wonderful little place in Berkeley called the Asian Ghetto (or "the Durant Food Court", if you're into being all pc and whatever), where food is cheap, hobos abound, and cuisine and garbage mix together in a beautiful orgy of good eats and quick satisfaction (insert prostitution joke here).  The crowning glory of the ghetto?  Dollar noodles from the Yokohama station.  There's nothing quite so gratifying as slapping a single dollar bill on the counter on a sloppy Saturday night and grinning at the cashier "One dollah nooooodle puhh-leash...I'm drunk!".

But lo and behold, even ol' Yokohama couldn't keep from caving into capitalistic tendencies: they've raised the price of the noodles to a whopping dollar fifty.  And everyone knows that drunks can't count change.