"It's like beer, right?"
That quote above is what my wife asked me seconds after the bar tender walked away to fulfill her drink order.
I have definitely been here before. Not at Ramen District or even even a Sake Bar, but in this predicament with my wife. Do I tell her that Sake neither tastes or hits "like beer" or do I let her come to this inevitable conclusion on her own?
It would make sense that if one was to offer a warning or clarification based on personal experience the recipient of said information would be able to make a sound decision using the data provided. This does not apply to rhetorical questions so unfortunately for your author, the Sake anecdote I had at the ready would fall on deaf ears.
The Sake flight it is!
She ordered the Smoked Chicken Shoyu Ramen and I, the Drunken Noodles, but only after we shared the Tempura Shrimp appetizer which didn't stand a chance. It's a must try!
The entrees were amazing. Full transparency, my tastebuds are still on the mend after a bout of Covid that left me smell-less and tasteless for over a year. Regardless of my diminished capacity to enjoy the subtle nuance of every seasoning and spice, I soldiered on. This is precisely why I sought out an abstract dining experience. I need the exotic flavors to thrive. I just want to feel normal again and if that means spicy Asian cuisine and/or savory Indian food, then Dakara sore de!
The food here is great and the ambiance inside the restaurant is as unique as any ramen-ten located in a white, suburban northeast Indiana town could possibly be. The decor is beautiful, the service is prompt, and the staff is engaging and insightful. It is though, entirely possible that I'm a bit bias as a result of the bartender asking me if I was a famous person. If I was a single man on a date I would've slipped him a $50 for the glow-up, but since I'm a married man, the only result from my lady was a dramatic eye roll and a snarky, "yeah, ok."
Around the time I finished my entrée, my wife was putting the finishing moves on that Sake flight I mentioned earlier. I should also point out that she was also simultaneously invested in a beer and 1/4 of a second one , when I excused myself to community facilities. This is where and when I calibrated the overall Scoville level of the Drunk Noodle bowl I just enjoyed. I'm estimating it somewhere between 50 and 100K, but my measuring equipment hasn't been professionally calibrated.
When I returned to her side, she promptly informed me she required some fresh air to ensure she would be able to remain upright and functional. It was like that time Micky Ward dented the liver of Alfonso Sanchez with less than 1:30 to go in round 7. She was gonna need to take a knee. I had to walk to the car and bring it around to fetch her. That is some good Sake, folks.
We were both delighted with that meal and were even more happy than I got to be home by 9 instead of having to troth around the square like every other sucker.
I will definitely return to Ramen District because it was excellent and because it's enough. I can be assured that after drinking and dining at Ramen District my wife won't make me go to five other places before we call it a night. It won't even be possible. read more