After waking up from a crazy night filled with Nigerian club bosses, 60-year-old breakdancers, and dark basement staircases (don't ask), I had a crazy craving for some old-school shoyu ramen. That's when Nate and I were flipping through George Takahashi's recent ramen book and Shinasoba Katsumaru caught our eye. Katsumaru has been around in yatai-form since 1971 and this exact shop was opened in 1984. This was definitely the old-school shoyu I was searching for.
I didn't realize it until once I sat down, but I've tried Katsumaru before. Not the actual shop per say, but the instant nama ramen back in 2008. At that time, I had written "I live for this kind of soup." And holy crap, this shoyu ramen did not disappoint!
Seriously, this is my kind of ramen. From the broth to the noodles, this is the type of ramen that sparked my obsession as a child.
The deeply marinated hanjuku egg was beyond amazing and even the cardboard-like chashu made me smile.
Much like last night, this is one bowl I will never forget. I will definitely be back!!
Btw, where did that photographer go?