Saturday, just shy of midnight, and the squat sandwich board on the Mission Street sidewalk bears a wrinkled paper sign advertising street-food ramen. Like a strip club barker, Gil Payne is standing in front of Nombe's inset double storefront, looking like he's trying to drum up a little business. He's a big guy, with the nervous energy of a man anxious to move product. "We got ramen," he says. "You can have a street-food portion out here for 4 bucks, or sit inside where... More >>>