When it's cold and windy outside, there's little that sounds better than bowl of ramen with hot and warming broth. That being said, when my friends had suggested we go to Strings, I had zero objections.
I can't say much about convenience in location since I'm obviously not local, but for what it's worth, it's extremely easy to get to off of the red line Chinatown stop. Depending on where you exit from, it's a one or two block walk from the station. Despite not driving there, I can attest to the street parking out front and surrounding the place, but do so at your own risk; I literally watched a poor car get tapped four times by a less skilled driver repeatedly trying and failing to parallel park.
The interior of the restaurant is cool in the fact that they're obviously going for the Asian eatery motif, without going over-the-top, and trying to modernize it somewhat. The most important bases were all covered though, because everything seems very clean and there's a feeling of warmth inside, probably from all of the hot ramen being served there.
Staff was all friendly and personable; they're quick to greet you at the door with the traditional Japanese "irrasshaimasen" welcome greeting, and were fairly attentive and expedient with refilling water, checking up on the table, as well as not dawdling too much with the check.
One thing that intrigued me about the place was that they had a spicy ramen challenge; where if you could polish off a bowl of their spiciest ramen within 20 minutes, it would be free. From what I understand, the restaurant bumps it up a notch every time 20 people complete the highest level, and at the time I was there, it was up to a Level 4. I was extremely tempted to give it a whirl, since I'm a fan of both spicy as well as eating challenges, but I was promptly talked down by my company to whom I may or may not have had to have share close quarters with later on the eve.
So I ordered a "plain old" tonkotsu ramen with pork belly. I admire how Strings really tries to educate diners with origins and regional differences in ramens, which is all fairly clearly labeled on the menu, but there's a little bit of questionable assumption, by not having any translations to any of the protein/topper choices (that I could bother to locate). I mean, I took five years of Japanese, so I could interpret what I wanted, but I can't assume everyone else will have some understanding of it as well.
The stock of my tonkotsu was fantastic. Rich and kind of hearty, it's instant, smooth warmth with every spoonful. However, I have to say the noodles were somewhat of an unpleasant surprise for me, and I can't really say that I was truly a fan of them.
Now I could very well be wrong, but I've really only ever known one way to eat my ramen noodles throughout my life, and that's usually kind of soft and slippery. Like I could break them with pressure from my tongue alone, that's how soft they are. It's not like Italian pastas, where there are known differences to how long pasta should be cooked, by preference. Strings' ramen noodles felt almost as if they were slightly uncooked, and kind of chewy. It's like when you make instant ramen, and you decide to not wait longer than three minutes, and open it up at two. I'm not sure if this is the norm or if this was just a particular anomaly of a day, but apparently everyone at my table's ramen were described similarly.
Naturally, I still ate it all, because I'm a pig and I was hungry, but it always sat in the back of my head that the noodles were like this. Flavor wise, it's not bad, but for those who like to cite consistency preferences, this could trigger some consistency objections to those expecting something softer.
Overall, the place is nice, the price points are pretty good, and the staff is friendly. The stock in the ramen is fantastic, but the noodles themselves were something of a buzzkill for my expectations.
In all honesty, I'd come back if my friends suggest it again the next time I'm out in Chicago, but that's mostly because I'd like to slap some ownage on the Hell Ramen challenge and assert my dominance over it. But if the noodles are the same when that day comes, it might be even lesser of a pleasant experience having to chew tough noodles after drinking a ton of face-melting broth. read more