My brother’s string quartet is on a tour of Japan. Rather than talk about the concerts, though, he’s blogging about ramen. We are one blood.
The ramen here was a total surprise of goodness. The woman at the
front desk said we had to try the local specialty called “Black
Ramen”. Black ramen sounds like it should come with a cock-fight and
a curse. But in reality, it was made with a special dark soy sauce
and served with (in my case) extra pork. This pork was not the
standard circle of polite belly floating on top. This was soy braised
pork shoulder, cut in thick slabs. I want to be besties with these
guys, they even gave me the end piece and stuff.The noodles were dark yellow and thick and cooked so nice. It was
served with a huge beer, and afterwards I had a ramen baby in my tum.
Runaway winner so far. Keep em’ comin Japan.
