ramen, ramen, read all about it
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.