would you rather belly flop in a pool of ramen or a pool of mayonnaise?
ok mayonnaise but it has to be kewpie, and there must be either sriracha, wasabi, or red chili oil mixed in.
tell us about your first experience at hidechan (in third person).
chris was having a lot of trouble walking down 52nd street because the line for the schnitzel truck was blocking foot traffic. eventually he broke through and arrived at hidechan (irasshaimase!), where he selected his desired noodle firmness and eagerly awaited the hakata spicy miso ramen. various japanese peeps slurped contentedly. in exactly the space of one bloggy photo and one twitter-check, the bowl arrived. three minutes and 47 seconds later, tongue completely numb, chris decided that there was now a compelling reason to go to east midtown.
the following informative and entertaining educational video can answer this question better than i ever could:
describe hidechan's ramen in four verbs.
if hidechan's spicy miso ramen were a person (dead, alive, or imaginary), who would it be?
it would be the cartoon baby that serves as the corporate logo for want want holdings ltd.
his tongue and belly love being on fire, also it is secretly chinese (we haven't talked about the secret ingredient, which i theorize to be szechwan peppercorns).
and who would it be in love with (food or person)?
um spicy girl? (supaishii gaaru)
have you had the pork buns or the gyoza or any of the other sides?
yes i always order mentaiko rice, which is spicy fish roe with thinly sliced nori over rice. pretty standard but quite excellent. japanese people often judge a ramen place partially on it's gyoza (this is the equivalent of us judging a burger joint partially on it's fries, which is fair), but i admit i haven't yet tried them. wanna go later?
how does it compare to ramen that you've eaten in japan?
actually, you know what's crazy? of the times i've been to japan i can recall eating at a real ramen shop exactly once; my enthusiasm for ramen began only after my most recent trip (fall of 2006). furthermore, i don't think that one real ramen experience would be a good gauge for comparison. picture line c3 circa 2004 in tokyo, it is 4 am, last train long gone, sam passed out face-down on the counter, big country singing (!?), and haruka furiously apologizing to the whole place in japanese. the taste of the ramen is pretty much the only thing i didn't take away from that otherwise memorable experience.
yay! thanks chris!!!
stay tuned for a detailed list of chris' favorite ramen places...
...15 restaurants to go!!!!