I’m a terrible cook. Case in point: when I was younger; I thought that dumping a bunch of ingredients into my fried rice would make it tastier. Leftovers? They’re going in. Bacon? Well, you can’t leave that out. Pizza from three nights ago? It’s different, but normal is overrated so you’re going in too!
This was deceptively spicy. Being that I’m a simpleton; I usually associate the colour red with spiciness so I was caught off guard. Considering the ‘spicy’ tuna buns had been mild, I assumed this bowl of ramen would be of that ilk.
I don’t have a point of comparison but the garlic dynamic made this an incredibly delicious bowl of ramen for me. The garlic flakes added another texture and flavour that was just what I wanted even if I didn’t know I wanted it beforehand.
It took me a while before I settled on a proper haircut. Some of my closest (and not so closest) friends will say that I have actually never had a proper haircut. I would like to assure you that this is false and that my hair is a deal breaker only to those that already don’t […]
If these hot dogs were the Beatles; my karaage dog would’ve been John Lennon, my kransky would’ve been Paul McCartney, the teriyaki chicken would’ve been George Harrison and the poor potato and beef croquette would’ve been Ringo Starr. He would’ve been the drawcard for any other band but tonight was not the night.
The level of cheese on this hot dog was the equivalent of how cheesy I am towards girls I like. From a distance you think it’s way too much but observe it from up close you know that it means well and that I taste good.
That sounded really weird. I’m sorry.
Do you remember your first kiss? I do. It was in a game of truth or dare and it was with a girl I didn’t really like. There were half a dozen pre-pubescents watching me as I closed my eyes at the last second. Is it possible to ever recreate that moment (not that I would want to) without the use of a time machine? Nope.
With food it’s possible. Maybe the cut of pork is slightly different and the broth is a little hotter than previously, but the feeling and the chemical reaction within your mind and body is identical.
This was my one dish that was made to order and it arrived piping hot. The chicken encased in karrage batter was incredibly moist and tender. Admittedly; I wouldn’t have noticed if it had been burnt and dry because Japanese mayonnaise makes everything better. I wish they had offered more mayo. Maybe like a bottle I could’ve taken home with me.
The broth had the consistency of KFC gravy minus the mash and you could taste the amount of work in the broth as the savoury protein danced in your mouth. It’s definitely different and I can see how some people would be put off by how thick it was but it didn’t take me very long to fall in love with the dense liquid.
Eel sushi is my favourite. Whoever figured out that cream cheese and eel are best friends deserves whatever they want in life. My two eel topped morsels were quite large and topped with deep fried crisps. I ate these two so fast that the flavours barely registered. When they did, it felt like I was receiving a tongue massage from the finest foods the ocean and dairy Gods could offer.
Oh my. So good.
Everyone that knows me knows I have very specific opinions on all of those issues and that it irks me that they’re even discussed. However there is one debate that is worthy of every food blogger/critic to throw their hats in to the ring. There is one debate that splits people and I’ve personally witnessed arguments so heated that random eggs in the vicinity began getting boiled.
That debate is Pho vs. Ramen.
