Japan. What was beyond these curtains was a shock to what I know about a bowel of noodles.  This was one of the busier shops on the ramen street section of a large shopping mall. We joined the queue and waited to buy tickets/vouchers for our bowel of ramen from the vending machine just outside the shop (on the right side of the shop. The tickets werecollected by the waitress outside who then planned the seating arrangements and also gave the chefs a head start to prepare the meal – very fast. When we walked in, the place was crammed with people concentrating on eating in all the availible space. The kitchen was open to view like a sushi bar.  An array of large pots were boiling at the back. The waitress said something to the 2 chefs and the chefs immediately looked up and greeted us. They did this for every group of customers entering and leaving the door, generating energy and intense passion in what they do.

2 minute later , a bowel ramen with incomprehensible quality arrived.  The best complete, one-bowel mean I have ever exerienced. This is my last supper. The soup was just not possible. Flavour, bones and more flavour. Small bits of solid fat floated on the soup. The ramen was perfect and thin. Meat and scallions was there for good measure. I have to go back again. on my short trip to Japan, I tried around 6 different Ramen restaurants only but I have opened up my heart. I am a believer. This is it. Ramen.