I had dinner at Kenzo Ramen with Kit tonight and it was delicious! I had the miso ramen and he had the yakisoba.
First meal in Japan. The ramen was handmade and the pineapple was really sweet!
Lunch with aunt Amy
Dinner and Dessert
So yeah, couldn’t resist going back to the Taiwanese dessert place near my apartment because Sharon W. and Alex hadn’t had any yet! I had the coffee flavour which reminded me of a Timmy’s Ice Capp while Valen tried the black sesame. I’m not usually a big fan of black sesame in Chinese desserts but his was actually pretty good. The flavour wasn’t too overpowering which was nice. However, I don’t think I’m going to sleep for a while because the coffee was pretty strong. (Sharon had the milk and Alex had the green tea.)
I think I’m going to get the mango one next time! Oh, and the handmade ramen was pretty gdlk. I don’t think I can ever eat cup noodles again!
The me from 5 years ago giggled a little at the name of this ramen shop. This is the same restaurant I went to with my aunt Amy earlier this week but I had lunch there with aunt Linda today! This time I ordered a beef shoulder ramen bowl in a pork bone and miso broth.
As you can see in the second picture, the ramen bowl had half a soft boiled egg, sliced bamboo shoots, bean sprous, corn nibblets, and a couple pieces of fish cake (but they were hidden behind the egg).
Usually when you think of ramen you think of the $1 cup noodles you can buy at the dollar store which are a staple in any dorm room. The ramen at this place, was nothing like that.
I’m unsure if they were homemade noodles, imported from Japan, or what have you. But you know how cup noodles tend to just feel like mush in your mouth? Well these actually had texture. They were wonderfully soft and chewy and weren’t at all difficult to bite through. The beef was extremely tender and would flake apart when I tried to pick it up with my chopsticks. The addition of the vegetables added some well neeeded “crunch” to contrast to the rest of the dish. Unfortunately, the broth itself wasn’t as flavourful as the tomato based one I had the other day.
Between this and the beef udon I had earlier in the week, it’s a toss up between the two in terms of which one I preferred. The waitress there (who I think is the wife’s owner) complimented me on my Cantonese when we got into a small conversation when my aunt joked to her that I couldn’t read the menu. There must be some sort of conspiracy with all these business owners to make me feel confident about my language abilities (or lack thereof).
