Sakura Shokudo (桜食堂) in Kyodo opened about a year ago with little or no hype.
But I must say that this Shoyu Ramen (醤油ら～めん) is one of the better bowls I’ve had this year.
It’s clean. And by clean I mean crisp and refreshing. An impressive blend of old-school and new-school.
Looking at the chefs uniform, I thought he had some connection with FDNY so I asked him. It turns out he doesn’t. Apparently, a uniform shop in Shimokitazawa has these shirts numbered 1 through 4 and although he currently works alone, he thought it would be cool to have his staff where these with a different number. Ha! Now that’s some inside scoop! lol.
Anyway, this night was all about the dream connection.
Four years ago, it started with a bowl of dreams…
And then a trek to Sacramento to slurp one of the best bowls of ramen in NoCal.
Yup, Shoki Ramen in Tokyo!!! After a great dinner, Ueyama-san wanted to check out IRP so I took them.
Thank you Ueyama-san!!!
One thousand days of living my ramen dream…and I woke up craving katsu-don. haha.
But that craving must have been a fluke…
Cuz I was back to my ramen ways by late afternoon.
Love this place.
And so do the birds.
Speaking of jerk…
Haha, jk jerks.
After working the lunch shift…
I got the night off so I could hang with family. Although I may not show it, my family means everything to me.
Immediate or not, family is family.
Friends are also family.
Well, who needs enemies.
About six months ago I ate at Wadachi for the last time. For shortly after that they had closed shop for good. I found out some of the reasons during my recent secret adventure, but I’ll have to refrain from posting them today. Anyway, about six days ago I noticed a new shop had opened up in its place. Tsukemen Roku (つけ麺六) in Shinsen.
Just what we need…
Another tonkotsu-gyokai tsukemen shop. haha.
Alright, time to dice some onions.
And let the tears fall…
A simple tsukemen for lunch…
An excellent dinner at my Aunt and Uncle’s…
And a meeting for the ages.
It hasn’t been lost, but it has been wandering. The absence of creativity affects the creative imagination unimaginably.
The mind will always race without a finish. Run, stop. Let go, hold on. Let it wander. Let it bleed. After all, everything is meant to be…