steee-rike!tora tora tora. shoe wandered in on a less-than chilly nite, kichijoji it was. the ninki-nanba-wan was the ninniku genkotsu, so shoe figgered that this was a gonna be a stank mouf spec-tacle, wit tora bringin the flavour. but it wan't so, HARUMPF.
first off, the bird at the counter was all a smirky like, not botherin' to aks the shoe what kinda noodle hardness he wanted..naff! woteva. jus' bring the B, an stand back.
k, tora's not that good, fellas. ya gots yer weak-ass soup, for one. lookit that piccie there, in all its grayness.. jus' none o that UMAMI. they gots some sorta extra juice onna counter so that ya can flavour it up, what's up wit that? it said a couple o' loops over the bowl. shoe did that, an then it turned into salt-city. gee-yad. the noodles were pretty inoffensive, an the chashew was middlin', but it was the egg that got the shoe's hackles up in arms.. some shitty egg, boogers! like they just boiled the mutherfucker right thru! wheres the flavour, tora?
shoe got hisself outta there, wit another smirk from the bird behind the counter kickin' him onna ass out inta the street.
three pongs for a two dimensional bowl. bully!