When a restaurant features “Japanese Ramen Restaurans” as its by-title, you order ramen. I ordered one of my favorites, which is the Miso Ramen, while the other people ordered the Tokyo Tonkotsu Ramen, and some, rice with some kind of viand. I was a bit excited to try ramen in another land, what with the craze here in Manila.
When I got my order, I was sorely disappointed. The soup was lackluster, the meat too thick for an easy bite, the ramen so-so. It was on the verge of disappointment, with its saving grace being it didn’t taste bad at all. But hardly imaginative. A taste of the Tokyo Tonkotsu though was brilliant. A bit strong on the dried shitake I think, but at least it had zest, it had oomph. I was just happy with my edemame, which made up, somewhat, for the sad state of my ramen.
Another saving grace was on my way to the restroom, I discovered that the restaurant upstairs featured a more classic Japanese style of sitting, which would have amped up the feeling Japanese. But the food, nah. Not so much.