This was another one of those learning experiences. And there's a part of me that thinks I shouldn't even bother reviewing a place whose food I don't like. But here's the thing I've learned in my few years of being a yelper. Just because I don't like something doesn't make it bad.
My wife and I went to Japan about a year ago. And one of my big regrets on that trip was not being able to fully experience the food. See, she has a severe fish allergy so we had to be extremely careful about where we ate. And since we don't speak the language it was hard to know exactly what we were eating most of the time. There were a few close calls when I'd bite into something we both wanted and there'd be fish in it. I did a lot of sampling on that trip. It was a wonder I didn't gain a million pounds on that trip. Perhaps it was the 14 miles a day we walked.
But I digress.
I decided that I wanted to try real ramen. Not the crap you buy at Walmart for $.14 a pack. So after careful curation and pouring over various reviews on Yelp, I of course wanted to try the best of the best, which everyone seems to agree is Ramen Misosoya.
I arrived shortly after noon, found a parking spot right by the door which itself seems miraculous because according to the world, parking is problematic here. I didn't think so, obvs. I went inside and mistakenly blew by the list in the foyer. They have a list so you can write down your name and then wait. I didn't realize that til I walked into the dining room, which was totally full, and then felt a little silly.
About 10 minutes of waiting and a nice lady showed me to my seat at the counter. Thankfully Justin (who put his name in just before me and sat next to me) was a pro and knew exactly what he was doing, cuz clearly I did not. I tried to watch what he did and emulate him as much as possible.
The menu was incredibly helpful and explained everything, including the various add-ins you could order. I went with the basics, whereas Justin went spicy. Not that I don't love me a spicy dish, but I wanted to experience the regular original flavor before diving in head first to the exotic.
What I received was a bowl of weird. Scallion-y/garlic broth with a hearty serving of noodles, three slices of pork roll, a soft boiled egg and two of those fried potato wedges you get at KFC.
(I love me some fried potatoes, so that got me all excited, despite the strangeness of them floating in my soup. I know, I know. Yelpers be like: I don't do fast food. I don't know what KFC is. But I be all: gimme!)
I did my best to manage with the chopsticks, but in all honesty I was struggling. I can manage using them for sushi but I'm really not that great with them. I don't hold a pencil right either, which is something my grammar school teachers could never handle. So the nice lady who took my order offered to bring me a fork. Embarrassed, I said no, but really should have accepted her offer. She was truly kind about it, as I'm sure not everyone can handle chopsticks as well as Justin next to me did.
The servers were truly a delight, and the food was hot, fresh and to most people I'm sure it was delicious. I don't care for it, but that's my problem, not the restaurant's. I found it strange and hard to eat. My westernized brain can't handle all of these things together in a bowl.
But as far as authenticity? I think it's spot on. I did get to experience one bowl of ramen while in Japan last year, and from what my novice self can tell, this is the real deal. The bowl I had in Japan didn't have potato wedges in it, but I like to pretend they put those on there just for me, cuz I love me some taters.
Five stars, RM. Nice work. I won't be back, but you guys do a great job and kudos to you for it! Thanks for a great experience. read more