New Year’s Eve, a time when normal people prepare to bring in the new year. Some get dressed up to the nines, breaking out their top hat and head out to drink. Others stay home and live vicariously through the television. And then there’s me, spending as much time possible in Ramen Alley. Visiting all the noodle pushers to see the latest fix. What’s in this bowl? How about that one? Oh you get both king crab and scallops? I need to change my pants. If I could eat here all day I would, but the shops start opening up around 11am. I know this because even if the place looked open, we were instantly ushered out when we walked in. Damn it, we had to actually wait for lunch time. I wanted my crack bad. Well, after wasting time for a couple hours, we came back with one goal, eat the hell out of this alley. I’ll post pictures of the places here because the Japanese pinyin signs are tiny and hard to find.
Verdict: The winner of all the ramen shops on this trip.
This place was crowded yesterday, and even as we waited for it to open, there was a line forming for it. In Asia, lines are good. This place was no exception. The owner showcased his popular ramen, which did not disappoint one bit. When I was done I was ready to slip into a food coma. My buddy held off eating because we were headed back here in a couple hours. What? Don’t you worry, I’ll eat again. And I did, the place across the way.
Verdict: Not too shabby, but even if the line at the ramen places, I’ll try a different shop.
So as my buddy caught up on Teshikaga, which he certified was a great place, I was over here. It was full before and by the time I showed up, there were a few seats available. Given that I haven’t truly had Hokkaido ramen. You know, the butter and corn stuff. I went with their Hokkaido special, because with a name like that, I can’t go wrong. Unfortunately, it wasn’t all that. But the place was good. Things were fried up in the wok and served fresh in my bowl. Still trying to get used to that flash fry thing they have going on. Good, but how do I explain this to the folks back home. I guess a video will have to do.
At this point it we were full. What to do but to celebrate the new year. Back to Rad Brothers. Sure it was a bit expat’ish. But I didn’t want to feel out of place or sit at a bar where we couldn’t talk to anyone. Glad we went back, because I learned something new there. For the New Year’s celebration, they had a barrel of sake. A barrel that they’ll ladle to patrons when the clock hits midnight. Yeah, you let the bartender pour it down your face as a celebratory right of passage. How else would you have it? That was quite a bit of sake. As the night weaned away and my unconscious nudging me to get something other than alcohol in my stomach, it was off to find more ramen. No bueno for Ramen Alley. Shops had closed up early. Actually, it seemed like everything was closed. Was it because it was now officially new year’s day or was 1am closing time. I’ll never know.
There was hope though. We saw a shop on the corner that was open and I saw ramen.
<sorry, no photo of the place. blame my drunkenness>
Verdict: Not recommended.
Yeah, this was a late night place catering us drunk fools. So quality wasn’t the main goal. It was food fast and food salty for you to chug more water. Sober up and get the hell out. We did just that. I don’t remember how my friend got takoyaki, but he did. Fuzzy memories are failing me. Man, I need to cut back on drinking. I’ll save that for the new year. Happy two thousand f#$king fourteen.