Guys!! I thought I did a noodle hat-trick in New York City, but then I was going through my photos and realised I actually squeezed in 4 bowls of deliciousness.
I’m fairly sure me forgetting Ramen-ya tells you quite a lot already, without me actually telling you anything yet.
It wasn’t bad ramen. It wasn’t great ramen. So I guess that makes it ra-meh-n?
It was a busy night in Greenwich Village, and Ramen-ya was busy too. But again, as a single diner, I was slotted in at the counter straightaway. However, someone had had the genius plan to not have the kitchen visible behind the counter, so you just looked upon an empty void used for storage of boxes.
I chose the miso Tonkotsu. It was everything you would typically expect, pork, mushrooms, egg. All very tasty, but to be honest after Mr Taka, the next noodles were always going to have to step up their game to be in the same league.
Would I go back? Sure, but only if other options weren’t available.
Ramen-ya, you were perfectly ok, but nothing really set you apart. I’m therefore giving you a firm 3/5.