Dr. Ali Khan knelt down outside a Karachi doorway and extended his hand. The young girl who, moments earlier, had just received the polio vaccine extended her hand and a skeptical look toward the smiling doctor in a red hat emblazoned with a white N.

Without realizing the sheer cliffs that a man can fall off if he is careless, I made a half-thought-out decision to review “the ramen in Omaha.” Living in Omaha all of my life, I hadn’t seen many ramen restaurants, and as such, it was then believed that the process would be simple and quick. Off-hand I knew of three, which I had been to prior. Alas, though I knew that Omaha (minus the metro) was rated highly for the number of restaurants-per-person, I had not considered the size of the task which I had set before me.