I woke up this morning, or should I say this afternoon, with a new appreciation for life...and a mean hangover. From what I can remember, I went out to eat with the Bassanova boss and crew and didn't get home until 8:30 in the morning. It was a very memorable night. One that I know I'll never ever forget. Someday I'll share the details, but for now I'll just share the cure...hangover cure, that is.
On my way to register my new address at the Suginami Ward Office, I passed by Hope Ken on Kannana Dori and instantly knew that this was what I needed. Around since 1938, Hope Ken's chuuka soba is a classic.
I ordered mine with extra chashu. Smooth and creamy, the soup reminded me of something you would find in Fukui.
The curly noodles also worked their magic. And 10 minutes later I was cured.
Cured enough to begin another long night at Bassanova. Here's an exclusive behind-the-scenes shot of the kitchen. This will be my second home for 2 nights out every week.
And this is the secret tonkotsu soup that fuels the famous green curry.
For tonight's free meal, I learned how to make this niku-mori tsukesoba. I can't believe I actually ate a Bassanova ramen that I ate myself. Crazy!
This is how every night should end...