“What is ramen?”
“Wait… there’s “real” ramen?”
“Wait… they’re not just the stuff in styrofoam cups?”
These are a few of the questions I’ve had to answer ever since we took on this ramen mission. Yes, there is more to ramen than the Cup Noodles and Top Ramen. The real deal is just so… much… more!
A couple days ago, Joan and I went on a ramen run in Fountain Valley and shopped a bit at Ebisu mart. We bought a couple ramen kits.
Sun noodle brand: Ramen Miso
Just writing a quick post for ya. I finally checked out the new Noodle & Noodle restaurant which was only two blocks from my office in Pasadena. Before going there, I read about the place on Yelp to see what it was all about.
Noodle & Noodle is owned by a Thai restaurant called Nine & Nine, which used to occupy Noodle’s current location before moving a few doors down. I walked past Noodle last week and found that they have ramen on their menu. Knowing that they are owned by a Thai restaurant, I knew I couldn’t expect authentic ramen but I had to try it! And I’ve eaten at Nine before and thought the food was pretty good.
There were few people in the restaurant when I arrived. I sat myself at the bar area, even though it just faced a wall. I was pretty fascinated by their collection of Tonka trucks!
View above my seat
It felt so good to wake up and not feel hung over! I have to point that out because you know how things get every time I hang out with Michelle. I have to stop getting us into trouble! But last night was a sober yet enjoyable evening.
After work, Michelle met with me in Downtown again. Shalini, who I had mentioned before, recommended another ramen joint in Little Tokyo called Men Oh Tokushima Ramen. I had not been to Little Tokyo in a while and it was such a nice afternoon to go for a walk.
Pardon my obsession with buildings…
Last night was a very inebriated ramen run. I can’t believe I remember everything about it. But at least I can tell you all what happened!
After work in Downtown LA, I went to Santa Monica to stay with my cousin. For dinner, we wanted to go to Kotoya again because it was close to Michelle’s house and I was really in the mood for their delicious ramen! Well, it was still early and Kotoya wasn’t open yet, so we decided to have a drink… or two… or three. Three whiskies.
There was no way we were driving so we caught the bus!
The past two days were quite eventful! I’ve been pretty busy with music and I’m really excited about everything going on.
Yesterday, I started out with recording a music video with an upcoming artist, Suzanne Elise. Keep an eye out for this girl because she’s got a lot of talent!
Joan here. Lately, people have been asking me about my favorite ramen places. After having realized that we’ve been to more than twenty ramen places so far, I think this is a good time for me to start one of many blogs on our current favorites. This list will be updated every several months or so. Each restaurant listed will include a link to a blog or two about it. I hope this will come in handy anytime you’re out looking for ramen!
Hey! Tanya here. My input might run a bit small but I look forward to trying out new places.
This stupid thing would not let me make a heart icon at the title! Ughhh… ❤ ❤ ❤
I went to Kotoya Ramen in West LA again two nights ago after work. I really enjoyed the ramen there last week and since I was staying in the area, I thought I’d go back!
My cousin, Michelle, (who I stay with when working in LA) joined me again for this ramen run. We had a different server this time and she was great! I should have asked for her name.
We ordered some sides and they were quite good. The chicken was nice but the gyozas were very delicious and juicy inside!
Fried chicken with mustard sauce
The ramen I had last night was amazing! I went on a ramen run with my cousin, Michelle, after some galavanting in downtown LA. But before I get to the ramen, check out these cool places we went to!
I love the buildings in LA
I really thought I was caught up with the blogs. But I had completely forgotten about a pretty recent ramen run. As I was scrolling through my Instagram feed today, I came across someone, who happened to have gone on a ramen run with me!
His name is Shawn. Yeah, he’s one of those weird ones that spell their name “Shawn” instead of the traditional and more masculine spelling of “Sean.”
Anyway, I’ve known Shawn since the 7th grade, back in Hawaii at Waipahu Intermediate School. My memories of Shawn were not pleasant ones. He was very mean to me, along with his group of friends. They used to make fun of how scrawny I was and called me String Bean. They also use to pull on my bra strap when I wasn’t looking. But every time they did that, they found themselves on the ground.
This was Shawn in the 7th grade. He had a penis haircut.