No tricks here. Just The Bush.
Happy Halloween everyone! Not much excitement this year since we’ve been busy getting things back in order after NY. And unfortunately, no Bassaween this year either. Although a customer did forgot some maid outfits last week and Boom wanted to wear them today. I stopped him. You’re welcome.
It’s that time of year again. This year’s Ramen Show features 40 booths split into two weeks (20 per week) and today I caught the last day of the first week. Some of the booths were already sold out, but there were still plenty of ramen to be slurped on this Tuesday afternoon.
Without much time and only one stomach, I just set out try a ramen that looked good.
And Hachioji Ramen (八王子ラーメン) from the Tamagumi (多摩組) group stood out the most. 12 shops from around Tokyo collaborated on this ramen. And why did I pick a Tokyo ramen when there were so many others from around Japan?
Well, it looked good.
And it tasted good.
My second bowl was probably one of the more popular bowls of this year’s show. Osaka Black (大阪ブラック) from King-emon (金久右衛門).
The line was long and it moved quick…
But the ramen was a little disappointing.
The soup had an interesting bitterness that wasn’t necessarily bad, but the noodles didn’t feel like they matched.
Alright, that’s it for the Tokyo Ramen Show (for this week at least). I have a filming to attend!
And…that’s a wrap!
Afterwards I stopped by the 808 Lounge to give Uno-san some gifts.
Then it was off to meet some peeps for dinner.
Thank you Leo (and sparkling wife) from Kirimachi Ramen in SF! Very nice to meet you!!
Meanwhile, back at the lounge…
A bloody mary with liquid smoke.
And more oysters…smoked.
I’m not a smoker, but everything just smells and tastes like smoke now.
After a long weekend, I finally had time to go to ET.
ET! (in case you were new and didn’t know what ET stood for.)
Heaven in a bowl…
Heaven in my soul.
I ate this bowl for lunch and soon thereafter I passed out…and next thing I knew it was midnight. I guess I’m still jet-lagged.
The Saturday long-shift has always been killer…
With jet-lag it’s even worse, but it feels good to be back!
Arrive in Tokyo, eat at Bassanova.
Whew, glad to see Boom is okay. He kinda disappeared after the festival. haha.
And adding to tradition…
I wanted a carne asada burrito, but a western bacon cheeseburger took its place.
At the airport I couldn’t pass up the boneless buffalo wings.
Or the chicken caesar salad.
It was short, but I’m glad I got to stop by. See you again soon!
When I first heard of Ikemen, I couldn’t help but think Mike and Ikemen? Sure that’s the wrong pronunciation, but what does Ikemen (pronounced “ee-kay-men”) really mean to those that live in Hollywood?
Dip Ramen, that’s what it means! Wait a minute, that sign looks familiar. They should replace the “EAT” with “DIP.”
Hey, I know that guy!
Ikemen Dip Ramen.
Zebra Dip Ramen.
Johnny Dip Ramen.
Go Sun Go!
Ramen California? All this dippin makes me crave some Fun Dip (dessert tsukemen?). Hey Ikemen, please make a French Dip next! Thanks!
Adachi-san!!! Quick story: I met Adachi-san a year and a half ago at Yokohama Sogo when I first started working at Nakamuraya. At that time he was looking to go to America to spread his bonito shaving business. Well, he made it to America by becoming the manager of Ikemen (btw this is his first time working at a ramen shop) but is still trying to start his bonito shaving business. Hang in there, Adachi-san!!
Early birthday dinner with mom and Herb. Thanks mom and Herb!!
After dinner, I got to hang out with my best friends from high school. We’ve all been through a lot over the years (and I can’t remember the last time we were all together in one spot), but our friendship has always persevered in the end. The next twenty years shall be no different.
|Daizo, Toke, and Jay
If the hand makes the machine and the machine makes the noodles, is that still considered “artisan”? That was the thought that crossed my mind when I started to eat this del beef burrito for breakfast.
Finally! I get to try Tsujita LA!
Ajitama Tsukemen. Nice!
Although it’s not exactly the same as Tsujita Japan, it’s still darn good for LA. The noodles aren’t Mikawaya, but Sun is beginning to close the gap.
It’s just too bad it comes with lime and not kabosu.
I could never say anything bad about Tanaka-san’s ramen.
But I see things others may not see. And why oh why does Tsujita not serve ramen after three?!!
My man Jordan. Tell everyone I said what up yo!
Across the street in the old Kinchans space was a new ramen shop called Tatsu. But we didn’t eat there cuz I needed to save room…
For this! BBQ!
And then, I got planked on.
Wonton Forest style…ahaha.
Thank you for the great memories.
Hello LA. (hi mom!)
Time to get Foo-Foo!
I miss the old noodles.
Yasai Shoyu Ramen.
Hot & Sour Ramen.
As always, Murakami-san brought a new creation from the back of his kitchen.
This time it was a garlicky thingy that makes for a good mazesoba.
Always the innovator.
Thank you Murakami-san!