Fortunately for me the coffee pot ramen phase was fairly short lived (as was the mini coffee maker!) Nowadays I take my ramen fairly seriously, though I don't know how authentic it is to put leftover chicken or what-have-you.

First thing my eyes see is the color yellow. Giant droopy tits and a knee-length skirt reaching out to grab a star they would bump their head on if they walk forward a couple steps... On top of that... Body?! Standing on top of bodies... American children are able to reach the stars by standing upon a mound of dead people. Clever as shit.

When I was lived in a dormitory I used to brew up ramen in a mini coffee maker. It honestly wasn't great ramen, but better than eating the dry ramen brick with the seasoning packet sprinkled on top.