Ever since my first visit to Japan in March last year, Ramen and Gyoza rest inarguably at the pinnacle of my food pyramid, especially when it comes to a guaranteed hangover cure. Greasy, check. Hot, check. Salty, check. Comforting, check... see? This food group ticks boxes for days.
Little Ramen Bar is an easy call; date nights, friend-y outings, lunch with me, myself and I (this is how one justifies ordering for three). Location is supreme, the menu is simple, and it's intimate - seating maybe twenty-eight at a time - but the line goes fast so don't be discouraged. It's hard for patrons not to roll out the door once they've slurped up a bowl of miso that size.
#1
Date with a now ex. PM, so dinner. The place is a hive of activity, and even though the line is at least ten deep, we aren't waiting long. The waitress (those girls... just, yes.) has taken our order outside so, post-edamame (枝豆), things start arriving at our table with almost alarming speed once we're sat. I do the spicy Miso (sometimes I throw in more chilli oil, medium isn't too hectic here), with an added egg. We share a plate of Gyoza and we. are. done. Reasonable pricing means 'who pays on date night' awkwardness is somewhat alleviated.
#2
Lunch with a bestie. The lunch rush is fine. I'm always done within 40 mins and I go all the time. We're not in such a hurry today, so take TLC time with our amalgamations. Gold star mention to the Gyozas... peppery, pan-fried parcels of pork dipped in soy, vinegar and chilli oil... Isa can't finish her broth, but I put away all but the chilli seeds in the bottom of my bowl. This place is 100% consistently good and a no-brainer, and I've never seen such enormous serves of Edemame.
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