Sunday, May 31, 2009

やすべえ (Yasube in Takadanobaba)

やすべえ

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(From the Waseda exit, go right, and right again on the large road. It's just past the building covered in crazy chains, which incidentally is a school for the blind)

After a lengthy detour down some back alleys of Takadanobaba, there was Yasube. And there was the line of 18 people. If you are a ramen nut, and have the time, this usually isn't a problem. Someone once calculated that it was 4 or 5 minutes per person in line. But this is a tsukemen shop, and things are different.

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As you can see from the sign above, all the sizes are 720 yen. This is one of the selling points of tsukemen. Most shops offer any size you want for the same price. So it's essentially an all-you-can-eat noodle buffet! Just don't order the big one and only eat half. I've never seen someone order a 440 grams of wet noodles and then leave it. I can only imagine the shame.

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A line of 18 people, and I sat down after only about 15 minutes. How is that possible? Well, tsukemen arrives cold, and cold goes down much faster than piping hot, oil covered ramen.

Today I ordered the spicy tsukemen.

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It wasn't too spicy, but you can feel free to load a pile of diced onions into the soup, like most people were doing.

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I'm not down with onions in my ramen.

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Yasube was pretty standard. I'm not, nor will I ever be, a tsukemen guy. One reason is that I always tend to get soup splattered on my shirt.

But Yasube actually had bibs. Rock on, you may make a convert out of me yet.

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I gotta say, though, if you are hungry, nay famished, these big thick noodles are the way to go.

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But, like I said, all these tsukemen shops taste the same to me.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009

鷹流 (Yatai Ramen in Takadanobaba)

鷹流

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(turn left out of the Waseda Exit at Takadanobaba station. A couple blocks along the main road, hop over to the alley running parallel. It's over there)

Yatai is the... wordiest shop I've seen in a while.

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Inside there were instruction manuals about how to eat the different bowls. "Don't add ingredient X and ingredient Y, only 1 is good!" Luckily I was with Nate who possesses the skills to pay the bills.

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On one wall is a plethora of ramen related reading. On the other wall...

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The owner is into Harley's. The 3rd, un-photographed wall had bottles of スズメ蜂 wine. What's that? It's booze made from killer Japanese wasps, that's what!

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And in front of you? A hair band so the ladies (and hippy college students who frequent the area) don't get hair in their ramen. Genius!

What kind of ramen comes from such an eccentric place?

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The awesome kind.

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Salt from Iwate prefecture melds with piles of chicken for a refreshing bowl of ramen. It was served warm, not blazing hot, and fit perfect with the heat outside. Tomato and lettuce, and what I can only describe as young menma finished the toppings. And hella chicken.

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Also olive oil.

東京ビッグサイトラーメン (Convention Ramen at Big Sight)

Tokyo Big Sight is a massive convention hall in the Odaiba area of Tokyo. This is one of the places to go see hella cosplay people, a firefighting trade show, or the bi-annual Design Festa.

I found ramen in the food area. There were kebabs... and I passed them up for ramen. Well, what's done is done, and here's what I ate. (tried to eat)

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Paiko Ramen. Paiko is a big piece of fatty pork, deep fried and just tossed on top. It was horrid.

I've got nothing against deep fried. Actually, some sort of southern fried steak might go great on top of some miso ramen.

Now that I think about it, Paiko is pretty much just a fatty pork chop. And I know pork chops. You wanna eat well? Invite me over and give me a pork chop, frying pan, and oven. You gotta tenderize that piece of meat first and foremost. Then you must sear it. Finally, slow roasting is necessary. Damn, the lack of ovens in Japan means I haven't had a good pork chop in 3 years. Here's a tip: Coca Cola glaze is knocking at the door, let him in, he wants to make sweet sweet love to your dinner.

Anyways, don't eat ramen at convention halls (duh).