Peter U
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This bowl felt like two restaurants sharing one spoon.
I came in chasing that quiet kind of happiness only a good tonkotsu can give, where the first sip makes the room fade out. I ordered classic tonkotsu and it came out spicy instead, but that felt like an honest mistake, not something worth docking them for.
The broth is where this place really shines. Rich without being heavy, deep without being muddy, it tastes like someone has been watching that pot with patience. I took around ten spoonfuls before I even remembered to split my chopsticks. In this bowl, the broth is the star.
Once you move past the broth, the story changes. The noodles are just okay, they carry the flavor but do not add much of their own. I heard Korean from the kitchen, and suddenly the rest of the bowl made sense. The bean sprouts, the chashu, even the cut of the green onions all feel more Korean than Japanese, like Japanese broth with Korean toppings layered on top.
The dining room still has the bones of a former Pizza Hut, which gives the space a slightly odd personality, but it is busy, loud, and full of people clearly enjoying themselves.
My takeaway: I would come back if I was already in the area and craving ramen, especially for that broth. But I would not make a special trip. I came looking for a fully Japanese ramen experience and instead found a very good broth in a bowl that feels a little unsure which story it wants to tell.