Right; I love ramen. As in I have been to Japan twice mainly just to eat Ramen. When the weather in Australia turns cold I can’t help but get a little excited; it is ramen season!
I have been a loyal customer of Ramen Kan (Bondi and China
Town http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/70/751830/restaurant/Sydney/Chinatown/Ramen-Kan-Haymarket)
even since I stumbled across it on the way to a Prodigy concert in 2005. The
train of thought went: concert, lots of dancing, need energy, ooooh carbs,
mmmmm ramen. But tonight I feel like a change. The internet informs me that Menya
Noodle Bar in China Town does a good noodle soup.
The Socialite joins me in trying to find Menya. According to
my phone it is just around the corner from the UTS library, but we loop around
the block once without spotting it. Finally we realise it is on the ground
floor of a tall, skinny complex full of restaurants. We push past all the
hawkers for the scattering of Chinese restaurants surrounding Menya and gawk at
the large menu of the wall for a while. All the different Ramen, noodles and
rice dishes look and sound divine. I am tempted by the ramen with extra pork
(ton-toro ramen) but I finally settle for teriyaki beef soba noodles. The
socialite goes for the Ramen with Karage chicken (Tori kara-age ramen).
We find ourselves a spot at the long communal table running
down the centre of the restaurant and watch the staff chat with two police
officers. Looks like something ‘went down’ during the day. So dinner and show,
brilliant. When the noodle soups arrive they are everything we want. The stocks
are rich and meaty and all meat is cooked to perfection. Needless to say both
are soon devoured. Looks like I now have two Ramen restaurants in which to
practice my proper Japanese noodle slurping etiquette
http://menya.com.au/
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