After waking up from a crazy night filled with Nigerian club bosses, 60-year-old breakdancers, and dark basement staircases (don’t ask), I had a crazy craving for some old-school shoyu ramen. That’s when Nate and I were flipping through George Takahashi’s recent ramen book and Shinasoba Katsumaru caught our eye. Katsumaru has been around in yatai-form since 1971 and this exact shop was opened in 1984. This was definitely the old-school shoyu I was searching for.
I didn’t realize it until once I sat down, but I’ve tried Katsumaru before. Not the actual shop per say, but the instant nama ramen back in 2008. At that time, I had written “I live for this kind of soup.” And holy crap, this shoyu ramen did not disappoint!