The Joy of Ramen

Today I had one of the happiest moments of my life. It involved ramen.

This blog entry could have gone several directions. One was to be a personal entry about how the one type of surprise I like is a chocolate surprise. The other was to be a  pet please entry about care packages, because it was the care package (left) that I received from a Japanese family friend that made my day–maybe my year–today.

But the heart of this entry involves the two ramen bowls you see in the foreground of the photo. Let me give you a little background:

In Japan, there are literally millions of ramen restaurants. I know that in America it’s thought of as cheap noodles that you eat when you can’t afford anything else, but in Japan it’s a delicious soup with tons of varieties. Most ramen places are roughly equivalent of a Chipotle here in in the States–you come in, eat your food, and leave. You don’t make a 2-hour meal out of it.

During my year abroad in Kyoto, several of my American and Japanese friends were really into ramen. The Japanese guys even put together a ramen tour that I never fully understood, but it amounted to eating some interesting ramen (like a bowl that is lit on fire before you eat it) along the way.

My American friends and I had two favorite ramen restaurants: Tonryuu and Ippudou. Tonryuu serves this thick, buttery broth that will make you yearn for a second bowl (a decision your stomach will regret). Ippudou has a milky broth that is augmented with your choice of red or white. We never quite figured out the difference, but our best guess is that red is spicier than white. Like most things in Japan, we just went along with it.

Both of these places were so popular that they had lines out the door every time we went. Every time. But it was worth the wait.

So a few weeks ago I mentioned on Facebook that I had purchased one of my favorite Japanese candies (chocolate crackers in the form of mushrooms called, of course, Chocorooms) on Amazon, and the post incited a discussion about other Japanese treats that I missed. My friend Tomomi (a former exchange student of my family’s) offered to send me a care package, and I asked if she could add a bowl of instant ramen. I mentioned Ippudou in case they sold their instant variety in Tokyo.

And lo and behold, I found two bowls among all the chocolate in the care package. I had just come from the grocery store with giant scallops in hand, so I quickly pan seared them and added them to the ramen. Doesn’t it look delicious?

There was a moment when I was eating the ramen that nearly brought tears to my eyes. It was a moment of pure bliss–not just from the deliciousness of the ramen, but also from the transportive nature of it. Here I was in my condo in St. Louis eating a bowl of ramen that, up until that point, I had only consumed halfway around the world in Kyoto 10 years ago. It was a moment of true connection through space and time.

If you’ve studied or traveled abroad, what food would transport you back to that country and that time if you ate an exact replica of it today?

14 thoughts on “The Joy of Ramen”

  1. As I was reading the last paragraph of yours before the question at the end, I could feel that transportive feeling just by empathizing with your situation. For me, there are 4 foods/drinks that take me back to an amazing time in Sydney, Australia in ’03:

    Tim Tams
    Oporto Bondi Burger (which is actually chicken)
    James Squires Brewhouse Porter
    and surprisingly, really flavorful ramen (since I lived above a mall with a true Asian grocery store in it and frequently ate things that I could identify only by pictures–the ramen from that grocery store is simple, but it is on an entirely different level of flavor than American ramen)

    Thanks for bringing back those feelings. It quite literally makes me happy to know that you experienced that transportive feeling.

  2. Strangely, drinking a Strongbow takes me back to Paris 2004. Though it’s a British cider, we used to drink them at this little Irish bar, our favorite, that sat next to the Moulin Rouge in Montmartre.

    Oh I wish I could go back.

  3. Must comment. When we visited Jamey in Japan that year, people would ask me what we did and I would reply “we hopped from noodle bar to noodle bar. What else would a 21 year show you?” And it was as good as he remembers. Jamey when are you going back to taste these delicacies in ‘fresh’ form? Let’s hope that the restaurants don’t used freeze dried.

  4. Banana Pancakes make my heart light just thinking about those lovely Balinese people who brought me fabulous breakfast every day on my sunny porch…everywhere I went in Bali…tear. I really miss Bali.
    Extrememly surgary mint tea would stir up the crazy ‘i am pretty sure i’m being either ripped-off, had, or tricked into something beyond my knowledge’ feeling you get in Morocco.
    Mushy peas in England, I can’t think of anywhere else I’ve ever had them.
    Whenever I eat nan bread it takes me to Little India in Singapore, where I fell into a very deep love affair with Indian food, we are still in relation.
    Green Curry sweeps me right back to the beaches of Thailand.
    And Mulled Wine on the streets of Venice….sigh…..
    Holy! Good thing I renewed my passport just recently, I need to plan a trip…itchy feet! itchy feet!

    • Isn’t it amazing how we can remember such specific meals out of all the millions of meals we’ve eaten? Your description of food makes me want to go to all of those places.

  5. I could totally relate. Though I have never stepped on any soil in South East Asia I do admit, eating something that brings you to the moments you spent in another country is bliss. My thing is brown gravy on pork schnitsel. You have to have it with vinegarette dressing over green lettuce.


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