Would you walk in to eat at a place like this? On a cold, rainy afternoon…I did. And when I opened the door I got a mad stare down from this 80-year-old
skeleton man who didn’t even greet me at all. Talk about frightening. Even the few locals sitting at the scattered tables stared at me like I was some kind of alien.
I walked in because I was hungry, cold, and saw the word ramen written on the wall as I walked by. Plus, this place is about 50 steps from my apt. I ordered the Gomoku Ramen pictured below.
And this chahan that was way too sticky.
I always look at places like these as an adventure because you never know what you’ll find. Some turn out to be good and others…well…turn out like this.