Perfection is a place least visited, if at all, for anyone in search of that bowl, but according to one of LA's most renowned ramen blogger's, he's found it. And after waiting in that same line for almost an hour, I nearly found it too. What I mean is, Ramen Jiro in Mita is probably some of the best and most authentic ramen around, but I just had a horrible time leading up to it. I just don't think I was in the mood to fully enjoy it. No matter, I still wrestled the pig with incredible tenacity.
It finally stopped raining today and the mosquitos were out in full force. I must have been sucked a total of 8 times while standing in this long line. Ramen Jiro is a tiny triangular ramen-ya that can be very entertaining to someone like me or purely disgusting to others. The soup is rigorously stirred with a block of wood that resembles the leg of my dining table and pork fat literally flies everywhere. My clothes afterwards were as if I'd wrestled a pig to the death...I'm still not sure if I won.
ぶた入り Ramen: Ramen with pork is more like ramen with chashu and a huge pile of cabbage and moyashi. There's no napkins and no renge (spoon). Just you and this gigantic bowl. If you desire, they will also pile on the garlic. This geniune bowl of ramen is made with a soul that has been around for a long time. Even though I fasted for breakfast, I still had trouble finishing it, and not to mention the train ride home.
The noodles are incredibly fresh and honest. The most amazing part was the way that they're cooked. The tensho continually adds noodles to a huge vat of boiling water and is able to discern which ones have been cooked to the desired texture. It's pretty amazing if you ask me.
Perfect or not, this ramen kicked my butt! Perhaps I would enjoy it more under different circumstances, but it was still pretty damn good.