ippudo1I’m an Asian girl through and through.  I’ve been craving ramen this week but because getting ramen in nyc is harder to get into than an exclusive nightclub, I had many failed attempts.  I was acting like a creeper on 9th avenue.  I would do a sly walk by of Totto Ramen and Ippudo to see how long the lines were only to find out that the wait was 1 hour to eat the delicious noodle soup.  I’m also impatient and cannot wait in line (hence why I’ve never had a cronut).  Yesterday though, I couldn’t shake off the craving any longer and went to Ippudo right at 5 PM when the doors open.  Ippudo just opened their 2nd New York location near my apartment on 51st between 8th and 9th avenues.

When my sister and I walked in, I was surprised to find that it was already a pretty full house.  My senses came alive.  In the background, you hear a consistent chorus of Japanese mutterings and replies.  I became like a pavlovian dog everytime they said something in Japanese plus ramen, I knew that someone’s order was on the way.  This is the ramen I ordered: Karaka-men, The original “Tonkotsu”(pork) broth with an added kick; thin noodles topped with Ippudo’s special blend of hot spices, pork chashu, cabbage, sesame kikurage mushrooms, scallions and fragrant garlic oil. 

When my ramen finally arrived, I was overjoyed with excitment and the next 15 minutes, I ate in silence and inhaled every last bite.  What I loved most about the ramen was the broth.  It wasn’t starchy like most ramen broths are.  I loved that the soup was spicy because I’m not a huge fan of bland ramen.  I loved the overall efficiency of the place.  As soon as I was done and dropped my chopsticks there was someone behind me to clear it away.  Ramen to me is pure comfort in a bowl.  It’s hard to tell whether I’ve satiated the craving for now or awakened the beast.

ippudo2{Waiting for my ramen}

ippudo3{Heaven in a bowl}