Not too long ago, I was a Ramen depraved individual myself. Growing up from childhood having only experienced the powered broth packets, and heavily salted noodles of the little 5 minute "instant ramen." Occasionally, sliced veggestables or think lunch meat might make its way into the mix, but these addtionals only marginally improved the bland nature of the meal. I had no idea of the unique flavors, rich tastes, and intoxicating aromas that existed outside my little ignorant world. Thankfully, God stepped in and saved me from a life of ignorance and sent me to Japan. Please note that it is not really necessary to travel to Japan for Ramen, but it certainly can't hurt.
I only stayed in Japan about a week, accompanying my father on a business trip for part of the time. I was all set for sushi when I arrived, and immediately realized I would need to increase my budget if I were to survive on this alone. The day after making this saddening discovery, I was surveying the local eateries, looking for a place to rest and entertain a reasonable lunch. I eventually stumbled upon a small shop where locals were busily devowering massive bowls of noodles. The smell waifted up through the air and...Yeah, I can't write like that anymore. Let's cut to the chase.
- Went to Tokyo, Japan. I already told you this.
- Got hungry. This is a reasonable thing to expect.
- Found a noodle shop. They're pretty much everywhere.
- Ordered a bowl of "House" Ramen. Another guy had it.
- Ate the Ramen. I realized Ramen can be amazingly tasty.
- Paid bill. I didn't really have a choice on this one.