A few years ago in Osaka, I went to eat at a random noodle soup restaurant and had dipping ramen for the first time. Shortly after returning to the US, an acquaintance of mine told me the type of noodle was called tsukemen. It was better than any noodle I’ve ever had. I went back
The Saturday leg of my journey was the most physical. The day’s excursion focused less on food and more on nature. I had never gone hiking before. It was one of those things I would always here about from friends, but had never acted upon it. Mentally I was ready for the hike, but my body wasn’t,
It was my last day in Japan and I was in Osaka for the final leg of my journey. It was around 11AM and with my flight scheduled for the early evening, I really wanted to have a comforting pre-departure meal. I didn’t have any place in mind, but I was around the Umeda Subway
Sure, New York City is home to a number of decent ramen places. Ra Ra Ken and Ippudo always come to mind, but living on the other side of the GW Bridge, driving to the city and circling the neighborhood to find a half-decent parking spot just for ramen is too much of a headache.