My first post! May I open by pointing out that even a guy’s eye point of view could use a feminine touch. Enter Amber.
So I routinely scour the city in my shitty Nissan Sentra for some good Asian cookin’ that will dip my taste buds into my own primordial roots- and Orochon Ramen of Little Tokyo is a must-taste for any and all who worship the god of ramen. A lifelong devotee, this place is among my favorite houses of worship. Seven or eight measly bucks for a very sizable portion, a satisfyingly large bowl of ramen. I should mention that I’m just a whore for spicy food, and if spicy food is your hard-handed pimp, I’d go with miso special number one- the level of spice ranges from level 1 to 7, 7 being the least. Special number one costs you an extra quarter, but it brings it up a notch. I personally enjoy the aftermath of slight heartburn, but what can I say, I’m into culinary S&M. It’s almost always crowded during regular lunch and dinner hours, but the service is always polite and relatively quick. Oh, the Japanese…the least obnoxious of the Asian peoples.
But if you’re really craving a challenge, or maybe some bodily hurt, ordering the Special Number Two grants you the potential of going on Orochon’s Wall of Bravery, where celebrity fatass Adam Richman himself from Man vs. Food is posted up, mocking us all. Keep in mind, it’s still an Asian place, so finishing the bowl of flaming death won’t make the meal free of charge- you just get the honor of a Polaroid.