The Japanese say, If the flower is to be beautiful, it must be cultivated. – Lester Cole
R-amen is how I would end every prayer if I had any sort of religious inclination. Shop Ramen offers a non-traditional ramen menu and had been on my to-do list for far too long. Laziness had usually triumphed but one lunchtime I was experiencing a hankering for soupy noodles. Not an unusual emotional state for those close to me.
Shop Ramen has very limited seating and I shuffled onto a table where two dudes were devouring Bao and sake on a Wednesday. My brand of hip-folk.
I picked the Pork Belly ramen because despite my desire for a progressive state, I can’t move past a good traditional pork belly ramen. Served with shio, oyster mushroom, watercress and nori. The mouth-watering pork belly pieces penetrated their flavour into the salty broth. However, the broth was depthless and without any complexity. The egg was either not marinated or hardly marinated and the gooeyness I love to watch pour into my soup was just not there.
Oh Shop Ramen, how I wanted to love you but I just couldn’t. My meal took a good 25-30 minutes to arrive, granted it was quite a busy little hub and for $15, it was expensive on the scale of ramen. I hope I just caught them on an off-day, but having such a myriad of good ramen to choose from, it is difficult to make that concession. Overall, a very lack lustre experience that I would hesitate to return to.