Ever since I had to work there (thus taking that train every night and morning for a few months), this place is forever tied in my head to the hibya line recorded voice: “Roppp’ongi, Roppp’ongi” (note the overly accented middle syllable). It’s like a catchy jingle I cannot get out of my head.

In other news: yes, it still blows beyond words. Even when going there for a good cause.