"The broth at this East Village ramen shop smells like an essential oil diffuser that’s loaded with pure pig essence. The noodles are on the thinner side, and a few slices of straightforward chashu, green onions, and pickled ginger complete the bowl. Unlike some ramen places with more options than an old jukebox, Rockmeisha serves just one kind of soup (though they do have an old jukebox, and speakers blasting classic rock). Their Hakata-style ramen isn’t bogged down by a broth that’s overly sweet, or too thick just for the sake of it." - will hartman, willa moore, sonal shah, neha talreja, kenny yang