Vancouver: Hokkaido Ramen Santouka

ramen, ramen, read all about it

:Robson:

Just as I left Toronto, the Ramen frenzy began there.  I say frenzy, because the throngs of people waiting in the blistering Toronto cold and windchill must really want ramen.

Personally, I don't understand the ramen craze. I appreciate the depth, time, love, and care that goes into making the broth.  You can taste it - deep, rich, buttery, and fatty.  But it never gets my blood flowing or heart pumping.  Truth be told,  I would much rather eat my Shin cup.  I will choose the Shin cup every time.

I decided to see if my family shared my taste buds, so my sister, my mom and I went to Santouka.  

Verdict?  My family agrees with me.  We don't get ramen.  It's good, but it's not worth writing a poem or singing a song.  I probably wouldn't choose to eat it out again, but I'd go if someone wanted to.  Momma and sister GG, however, probably won't eat it again.

To the ramen lovers, I say stick with Kintaros - as far as ramens go - it is my preferred choice.