iridescence
I realize the last entry was crying out for a photo, and I was tempted to steal this one from the P-I article I'd linked, but thought better of it. Sadly, my photography has been as absent as my writing, so I've none of my own to share. From Samurai, that is. Here's a little something from another pretty good ramen restaurant in Bellevue, Mamasan:
Their tonkotsu is decidedly less rich, and a little more complex. Definitely ginger, probably sake as well. I've also heard, from multiple friends, that the Nagasaki champon is where it's at, but I haven't tried it myself. A warning: there's a bit of a sketchy vibe if you go there after dinnertime -- they're open late, and the place is filled with Japanese businessmen and eager-to-please waitresses hanging off their sides as they sing karaoke. Eww! And if you decide to brave it anyways (and you're a woman dining alone), prepare to get a good dose of stinkeye.*
On the other hand, lunchtime has always felt pretty safe.
* I've no idea if this colorful illustration is still the way things are there -- this was several years ago, and I decided once was enough!
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