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Check here to pick your ramen spot - whether your taste be shio, shôyû, tonkotsu or miso.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://kaffepop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://kaffepop.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Magne Tørring</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/TJxyz8uXrfI/AAAAAAAAHPI/Hbhlj3qb8jg/S220/MagneT%C3%B8rring.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/KaffepopsTokyoRamenGuide" /><feedburner:info uri="kaffepopstokyoramenguide" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEGQXg5eCp7ImA9WxFQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36952967.post-3254399524515601375</id><published>2007-02-21T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T13:43:40.620-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-06T13:43:40.620-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ôita Hôraiken (大分宝来軒), Takadanobaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What: Ramen (Tonkotsu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recommendation: Karami-tonkotsu (tonkotsu  with chili miso paste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verdict:  More than satisfactory (3.7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(JR Takadanobaba station, Waseda exit:   Head down Waseda dôri towards Waseda, and you'll find it on your left   hand side after 100-150 meters. &lt;a href="http://www.mapion.co.jp/c/f?uc=1&amp;amp;grp=kakakucom&amp;amp;nl=35%2F42%2F31%2E676&amp;amp;el=139%2F42%2F40%2E816&amp;amp;BT=%91%E5%95%AA%95%F3%97%88%8C%AC&amp;amp;BT1=%90V%8Fh%8B%E6%8D%82%93c%94n%8F%EA%82Q%81%7C%82W%81%7C%82U&amp;amp;BT2=03%2D3205%2D0337"&gt;Map&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
None, really.   Just felt hungry for ramen and was in the neighborhood. Had noticed   this place, for its ambitious claim to serve "Japan's best tonkotsu   ramen". So, somewhat skeptical, I entered.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Cozy, Japan-retro-ish place with big, fat handwriting splattered all over the walls to create a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; genki &lt;/span&gt;sort of souther, Kyushu atmosphere. One thing which sets this place apart, is the fact that they bring you warm hand towels (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o-shibori&lt;/span&gt;) when you sit down. Could get used to that&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RdzmfVXUF0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/1J1EzJ2HH5g/s1600-h/TS2A0229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034151909478635330" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RdzmfVXUF0I/AAAAAAAAAbI/1J1EzJ2HH5g/s200/TS2A0229.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rich, full soup with thin, hoso-men noodles. Soup's very good; the mild, heavy tonkotsu broth balanced by spicy chili &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miso&lt;/span&gt; paste (if you order the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kara-mi tonkotsu&lt;/span&gt;). Noodle texture is not quite top-notch but definitely ok. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanjuku&lt;/span&gt; egg (which I ordered extra) was just the right, soft texture.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The verdict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Not quite a foodgasm, but plenty satisfaction. Oh, and it makes Ippûdô down the road taste like dishwashing water by comparison. Best tonkotsu in Baba so far.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What: Ramen (Miso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recommendation: Miso-ramen + egg (1000 yen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verdict: A treat (4/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(JR Ikebukuro station, on the 12th  floor of the Tobu department store in the station complex, near the west  exit) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thursday night, and a nice feeling of tiredness spreading through the body. You know it, that sickeningly healthy feeling of complacent tiredness after a good long day of work (which in my case is study). Only thing this day needs to top it off, is a good ramen excursion with a few beers afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
- I'm sooo hung over, says Willow. Ok, scratch the beer, then. But dammit, I want ramen.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcssW1XUFeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WJ3MHkC9t4c/s1600-h/img_6864.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="150" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029162179682899426" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcssW1XUFeI/AAAAAAAAAVc/WJ3MHkC9t4c/s200/img_6864.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- HERE!? I exclaimed as Willow guided us in through the entrance of the Tobu department store in Ikebukuro.&lt;br /&gt;
- Well, yeah... on the twelfth floor, that is...&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, I'm an open-minded person. But the restaurant floor of a department store is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; exactly my idea of the most likely place to find good ramen. Queasily streamlined Japanitalian restaurants, yes. Family restaurants, yes. Maybe even decent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okonomi-yaki &lt;/span&gt;(like a huge, thick pancake with lots of cabbage and goodies, and not so much a pancake at all). But ramen?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, we find the place, and it doesn't look bad. A bit clean, perhaps, but I'm not that choosy. Choose your grease-laden poison on the vending machine in front, and duck in, to find an unusually female-dominated clientelle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/Rcssk1XUFfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TJlMHo4UezQ/s1600-h/img_6859.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029162420201068018" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/Rcssk1XUFfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/TJlMHo4UezQ/s200/img_6859.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But no time to look at the fillies, not for long anyway. The noodles arive, and glory, what a bowl of goodies. Rich, fullbodied &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miso&lt;/span&gt; soup which delivers a heavy punch to the taste palates, instant KO, I love these noodles. As it turns out, it's a bit too rich, at least if you drink the bowl dry, like I did. May have something to do with the layer (I jest not, it is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layer&lt;/span&gt;) of fat on top of the soup to keep its heat from evaporating.&lt;br /&gt;
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The noodles, semi-thick and aromatic, had no reason to be ashamed either - great bite resistance, matches the soup well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did miss a good chunk of meat, though - the meat which was in, was only in small pieces which didn't quite satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In spite of the high consentration of female customers, this is by no means girly ramen. High satisfaction rate, although the soup is a little on the heavy side. This said, it is the best miso ramen I've tried in Tokyo, along with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Junren&lt;/span&gt; in Takadanobaba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-5844363992529813184?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(Also in: Naka-Meguro, Akasaka, Ikebukuro, Ginza, Akihabara. Directions: JR Shinjuku Station, East Exit - see &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?f=l&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;q=%E5%BA%B7+%E7%AB%9C&amp;amp;near=%E6%96%B0%E5%AE%BF&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=17&amp;amp;ll=35.692393,139.702374&amp;amp;spn=0.003808,0.009034&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;map&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What: ramen (tonkotsu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recommendation: jibun-shitate ramen (do-it-yourself ramen), 750 yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Verdict: Nice (3.8/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcEsOnirKXI/AAAAAAAAACk/zQUUY5mKzOM/s1600-h/img_6806.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026347288766392690" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcEsOnirKXI/AAAAAAAAACk/zQUUY5mKzOM/s320/img_6806.jpg" style="float: right; height: 264px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 198px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out on my weekly ramen excursion with Willow, this time we decided - or rather, I followed Willow's suggestion, to try the do-it-yourself ramen at Kôryû. Located near the East exit (Luminé Est and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kôban&lt;/span&gt;). Didn't know much about the place, except what Willow told me: You get to put together your own ramen - that is, the topping.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fairly standard, cozy retro-ish dark wooden panelling, only counter seats on the first floor, which would be ok, if there'd been a little more leg room - they certainly didn't have us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaijin &lt;/span&gt;guys&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in mind when they furnished the place.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, rather than the noodles, it's the topping that's the thing here. For 750 yen, you get to choose four different toppings - I went for extra pork (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaku-ni&lt;/span&gt;), fried garlic (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;age-ninniku&lt;/span&gt;), the half-boiled egg (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hanjuku-tamago&lt;/span&gt;) and the bamboo sprouts (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menma&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcEsYHirKYI/AAAAAAAAACs/a5URw55LLxY/s1600-h/img_6805.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026347451975149954" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcEsYHirKYI/AAAAAAAAACs/a5URw55LLxY/s320/img_6805.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 173px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 231px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The noodles are of thin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoso-men &lt;/span&gt;type, and they are thin indeed. I don't mind that in itself, but it makes it even more important that they're not overcooked. In this case, they could do with a little more bite - in this sense, I prefer Ippûdô's system where you can choose the al dente-degree of the noodles.&lt;br /&gt;
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The soup, though, was full and rich, a treat in itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All in all a good ramen experience. Excellent soup, loads of goodies on top. Shame the noodles weren't quite up there with the rest. Can definitely recommend it if you're in the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-6263688962496298833?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really think you'll like it, Rocky said enthusiastically. Well, he's always enthusiastic, so that in itself didn't really convince me.&lt;br /&gt;- Uh... ok, I said. -What about Monday?&lt;br /&gt;Monday came with Monday morning blues, took me ages to get out of my room, and when I got to Uni, I was nodding over the computer, half drooling onto my laptop keyboard. 12:30 came, and ok, yeah, time for the good old any-day-morning-blues cure in which all practitioners of the ramen school of medicine place their faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place Rocky took me, looked nice enough. I was a little skeptical to see a mock-up of a train station signpost outside to add to its atmosphere, but it's nice enough. Headed inside and found myself face-to-face with the vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;- Grab the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zenbu iri &lt;/span&gt;(means you get all the different toppings), Rocky said, and I complied and paid the 900 yen (without extra topping, it's 650 yen)&lt;br /&gt;We handed over our food tickets to the lady, and got the choice whether we wanted normal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nami)&lt;/span&gt; or large &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Ômori)&lt;/span&gt; portions, and whether we wanted the eggs raw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nama)&lt;/span&gt; or half-boiled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(han-juku).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat down, I noticed, a bit surprised, that the interior was all tables, no counter. The walls had dark wood paneling and old posters from early in the Shôwa period, like an advertisement for the energy drink "oronamin C". Cozy nostalgia, in other words, if you're Japanese and over 50. If not, it's simply cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/Rb391XirKTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wEWRPr0P3rc/s1600-h/TS2A0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/Rb391XirKTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wEWRPr0P3rc/s320/TS2A0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025451852509686066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few minutes, in came the steaming bowl, loaded with goodies: two kinds of meat in abundant quantities, egg, leek, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nori&lt;/span&gt; (crispy seaweed), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moyashi&lt;/span&gt; (bean sprouts), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;menma&lt;/span&gt; (bamboo sprouts) and a piece of deep-fried squid. This last item surprised me somewhat, but Rocky explained that this was another nostalgia factor: Most Japanese, at least over 25, have fond memories of buying this stuff for snacks when they were kids, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipped the renge spoon in the broth, sipped, and lifted my eyebrows. Nice. The combination of the rich &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonkotsu&lt;/span&gt; pork broth blends very nicely with the characteristic aroma of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shôyu&lt;/span&gt; (soy sauce), with a hint of sweetness to balance it all.&lt;br /&gt;- This could become a habit, I instantly exclaimed?&lt;br /&gt;- Right? right? Rocky nodded eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely right - the noodles, which were medium thick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(chû-goshi),&lt;/span&gt; were not amazing, but definitely good, and balanced the soup well. The grilled pork topping had good bite and was very good. A little disappointed to find that the "half-boiled" egg turned out to be merely poached, but I guess that's a matter of individual taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deep-fried squid seems to be more a nostalgia thing than a taste thing, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great tasty ramen with lots of stuff (if you pay the 250 yen extra). The soup was memorable, and the noodles good. Potential for addiction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-6158734045438650943?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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FEB: After comparing with some other tonkotsu joints, I've come to the conclusion, that I have to adjust my rating of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ippûdô &lt;/span&gt;to do them justice]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(JR Takadanobaba station, Waseda exit/Tôzai Takadanobaba statio, Waseda exit: Head down Waseda-dôri, after approx 7 min, you'll cross Meiji-dôri in a big intersection. Keep going for three-four minutes and you'll find it on a corner your right-hand side. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/maps?f=l&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;q=%E4%B8%80%E9%A2%A8%E5%A0%82&amp;near=%E9%AB%98%E7%94%B0%E9%A6%AC%E5%A0%B4&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=16&amp;amp;ll=35.711692,139.70968&amp;spn=0.008015,0.018067&amp;amp;om=1&amp;iwloc=A"&gt;Map)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/Rbyx73irKRI/AAAAAAAAABo/_sM7x5ndd0c/s1600-h/img_6829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/Rbyx73irKRI/AAAAAAAAABo/_sM7x5ndd0c/s320/img_6829.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025086926318414098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What: Ramen (Tonkotsu)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation: Akamaru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;over-hyped (2.5/5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a branch of the main store in Fukuoka, Kyûshû, the Takadanobaba joint has gained a fair bit of reputation of its own. Not to wonder, perhaps, given its prime location between the Waseda University and its nearest JR station, Takadanobaba. While Waseda keeps its position, rivaled only by Keiô, as Japan's top private university, students are students; and students are hungry. And each day, thousands of these hungry students have no choice but to pass the tempting aromas which coming steaming from Ippûdô, as they do their "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baba-aruki&lt;/span&gt;" - the common term for the fifteen minute Takadanobaba walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously, lots of students in this place - yet, it's strangely un-studenty, interior-wise. With its warm, cozy, asian-retro look, it's an inviting place. And if you don't feel welcome as you line up outside (usually there's only a line at the busiest time between 12 and 1 o'clock), the hearty, bellowed IRASSHAIMASE! (welcome!) as you step inside, will (unless it simply gives you a heart arrest). Sit down, have a look at the menu (in English! And, as far as I can remember, rather correct English, too). and place your orders to a waiter, who again shouts it out, heartily, to the kitchen staff two steps across the counter who, shouts it back with equal vigour. Lots of shouting, yes, but can't help enjoying the vigor of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two types of soup, Shiromaru (the original pork-based broth) and Akamaru (a newer recipe; richer, with red seasoning oil). Also, you can choose from five degrees of noodle texture: from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yawamen&lt;/span&gt; (soft) to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; harigane&lt;/span&gt; (steel wire). The noodles are of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hoso-men&lt;/span&gt; (thin noodles) school, and the choice of texture means you can have it your way - assuming you know which way you prefer. Personally, I go for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akamaru barikata&lt;/span&gt; (4/5 on the hardness scale). Note also the great lunch deal: A bowl of rice and 5 bite-sized&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gyôza&lt;/span&gt; (Chinese dumplings, steam-fried Japanese-style) for a mere 100 yen extra, available until five o'clock in the afternoon. (Which leads me to the question how some Japanese men can eat all of this, every day, even have refills on the rice, and still stay so thin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcpjijpY6VI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mu-irYr7S_4/s1600-h/TS2A0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RcpjijpY6VI/AAAAAAAAARE/Mu-irYr7S_4/s200/TS2A0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028941379248122194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first thing to say, is that the noodles are good. Although thin, they have very good texture. However, after repeated visits, and comparisons with other &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tonkotsu&lt;/span&gt; places (like Ôita Hôraiken up the road), I've reached the inevitable conclusion that the soup is thin. Thin, thin. Compared, for instance, with Kôryû (in Shinjuku, for instance), which has a more gut-striking impact, or Keika (in Shinjuku, Takadanobaba ++), which has far more personality, Ippûdô's pork broth doesn't quite live up to its fame, I'm afraid. At least not in this joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, all said - this is decent ramen, and excellent value at lunch (if you can care to eat that much). A safe bet, but no clear recommendation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-7316325767563590154?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Keep going for three-four minutes until you see &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=l&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;q=%E4%B8%80%E9%A2%A8%E5%A0%82&amp;near=%E9%AB%98%E7%94%B0%E9%A6%AC%E5%A0%B4&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=15&amp;amp;ll=35.709862,139.718671&amp;spn=0.01596,0.036135&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ippûdô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [一風堂] on your right-hand side. Dive down the small alley on the left-hand side of Waseda-dôri, just across from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ippûdô&lt;/span&gt;. Look for a black, non-descript tent with a bone(!) hanging out in front)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What: Ramen (shio/shôyû&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Recommendation: Shio&lt;br /&gt;Verdict:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highly Addictive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(4.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There seems to be a kind of a law out there, that a good ramen joint has a stubborn chef, wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ose dedication to the noble art of noodling is so absolute that no trivial concern - like pleasing customers - is allowed to interfere with his quest for the perfection of his craft. Now, with the insane competition among restaurants in Tokyo, no one really expects this practice to b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e upheld. All the more refreshing when someone actually does. Let there be no doubt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ganko &lt;/span&gt;("stubborn")&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ramen &lt;/span&gt;lives up to its name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RbrYu3irKPI/AAAAAAAAABM/G_KL8529rTE/s1600-h/Ganko_bone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RbrYu3irKPI/AAAAAAAAABM/G_KL8529rTE/s200/Ganko_bone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024566633980176626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, what can I say? The length this gu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y goes to to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;advertise the fact that he is running a business, is impressive. No sign, no poster, just a black, non-descript tent. which covers the entrance of the building. The only signal he sends out to the world that he actually is in there, is the animal bone which hangs on the outside when he's open. Step inside, and it's equally impressive: Five seats in an old (definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; retro, just plain old), grimy joint, in which the k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;itchen, filled with monstrous pots and pans filled with heaven knows what, occupies more than half of the space. Here, it's the chef who is god: No excessive talking, no dallying (or the noodles will get soggy), no talking on the mobile. Oh, and if I can't get the taste of the soup right, I don't bother to open the store that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short: I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RbrY4nirKQI/AAAAAAAAABU/S0Loi7bF8B0/s1600-h/Ganko_ramen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RbrY4nirKQI/AAAAAAAAABU/S0Loi7bF8B0/s200/Ganko_ramen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024566801483901186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go for the shio-ramen (he also serves shôyû and occasionally has periods where he serves experimental ramen, like prawn-based soup stock), 700 yen. Unhurriedly, he'll start preparing the noodles, slicing the pork, heating the seasoning oil. Finally, he puts the bowl on the counter, and pours sizzling, hot oil over the mound of leek on top. At first the soup seems straight-forward; it's nowhere near as sophisticated as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakurazaka. &lt;/span&gt;But then you discover that it has depths, and a unique flavour which no other place I've been to has been able to copy. To put it this way: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakurazaka&lt;/span&gt; makes for a good first impression, but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganko'&lt;/span&gt;s ramen I keep coming back to (and not only because it's just around the corner from my appartment). I admit it; I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganko&lt;/span&gt; junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Must... have... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganko&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-5123988048432190055?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked my Korean friend Willow. We were back in Shibuya for another ramen adventure. Thursday night, all energy and inspiration drained from yet another week of seemingly end-/fruitless studies. Wasn't really in the mood for ramen, either. But that was just the grumpiness of my low blood sugar talking.&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno. But the &lt;a href="http://www.ramendb.com/shop.php?sid=309"&gt;rumour&lt;/a&gt; says it's great," Willow replied as we were trying to locate the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RbrMCHirKLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zAtGlpV0CCk/s1600-h/Sakurazaka_Ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_q9oiz-cxD8s/RbrMCHirKLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zAtGlpV0CCk/s320/Sakurazaka_Ramen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024552671041497266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found it, dove inside, bought our food tickets from the vending machine inside the door - prices ranging from a friendly 650 yen for "sakura-shio soba" (seems they're famous for tsuke-men as well, but haven't tried it yet). Cozy, zen-retro interior (seems to be a lot of that around lately), nice and clean. Minutes later, the bowls were placed in front of us: the soup had an enigmatically beautiful cloudy colour, which well balances those of the leek and the half-boiled egg. But we didn't come to play art conoisseurs, we had come for ramen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each dipped our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;renge &lt;/span&gt;spoon in the soup and sipped it.&lt;br /&gt;Willow: lifted eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly: "Mhmn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste was rich, exquisitly refined, and was perfectly balanced to match the noodles. The egg was deliciously soft and rich in flavour. And the noodles? Oh, brother, let me tell you about the noodles! Made in the slightly thick style (futo-men), they were fabulously al dente, and had the slickest surface texture (nodo-goshi) I've experienced yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could go on forever recommending this place, and probably have already. So, if you haven't got it yet: GO THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-6884398543962191636?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The warm glow of the wooden sign with the magic three-letter word らーめん (ramen) just proves too much to resist, particularly on chilly winter nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dive inside, get a food ticket from the vending machine on the right-hand side of the door - they serve shôyu (soy sauce base), miso (fermented bean paste), and shio ("salt", ie. soup stock base) from 600 yen ~, as well as gyôza (steam-fried Chinese dumplings) and beer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The interior is clean, oriental-retro style, with large counter and some tables. And the noodles? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The word on the web is that the shôyu is plain average, but I can warmly recommend the miso (650 yen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soup is full and reach, although it doesn't reach the heights of, say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Junren &lt;/span&gt;in Takadanobaba, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kôryû&lt;/span&gt; (in several places, I've tried the one on Shinjuku East exit). The noodles have decent texture, and the topping is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has the jury reached its verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good value, good taste and atmosphere, decent noodles. Excellent choice if you're in the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36952967-1185587689094282428?l=kaffepop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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