Love was in the air, with late-blooming pink sakooras falling in the water along the Meguro right where it curves across Mountainhand Road, just south of the Big Bridge of Pond-Butt.
I maintain that Japanese place and family names are positively poetic. I once showed a Chinese friend, and couldn't get over the idea that someone was named 'duck river'. MOVING ON.
One of the real differentiators here is the wontons. For a
start, they exist, and ramen places that do wontons aren't that common unless they're some kinda old-style Chinese crap.
For a finish, they come in shrimp and pork, and the pork ones are
in-frickin-credible. Worth the trip, I'd say. I liked the shrimp a lot
and all, but I would ignore the advice of every other blogger that's
ever visited this place and just get the pork wontons, 6 of them, in
They're pretty wise, honestly. That's why I forewent the other clever advice of ordering 'mixed' soup. They have a 'white' soup (pictured) and a 'black' soup, but black seems to be just "It includes a ladle of soy sauce".
Now that I think about it, this is awfully Chinese in aspect. The wontons and the Chinese-spiced pork (again, not chicken)... You know, the pork (not chicken) was maybe the weakest thing in the bowl (again, pretend the menma don't exist). Can you just get a huge bowl of wontons? Pork wontons?
That's almost worth going back to find out. ALMOST.