To whom it may concern: two days ago, I ate my last packet of Indo Mie noodles. It was the most delicious of sorrows. In its honor, I listened to an album of South Sulawesi strings, with a piece from Makasar to accompany the final bites. It was a breakfast of bittersweetness, with a dash of ginger.

No other noodles in a package compare. These Thai brand noodles I bought will hang their heads in shame.