As you may know, I have been spending the last couple of months telling you about my recent trip to Japan. I'm going to interrupt that flow right now, to tell you about something that happened to me just last week. Ever since I got back to the states, I have found myself missing a lot of things about Japan (Yes, I know I was only there for eleven days, but it was a profound eleven days). Of course, one of the things I miss most is the food. I've been so busy since I got home, I haven't really been able to cook any Japanese food. Another trouble is that there are so few Japanese restaurants around here that serve something other than sushi. I love sushi, but it's never been my favorite aspect of Japanese cuisine.
So, when my sister and I decided to spend a couple days in Portland, "the big city", I immediately went online to see about any good Japanese restaurants. Of course, Portland is the food capital of New England, and it well deserves that title. There are a lot of Japanese restaurants there, and I'm guessing most of them rock. But I wanted something special. I wanted ramen. Not the instant type, which you can buy for under a dollar. That stuff is tasty in one way, but not really anything like the authentic dish.
I had ramen three times in Japan. Once in the Fukuoka airport, again in Ueno, and last in Asakusa. Each bowl had its own particular specialness, each one was enjoyed thoroughly, and I would give just about anything to be able to eat them now. I wanted to experience that again, so I googled "ramen Portland Maine". There are a number of eateries that serve ramen, but only one of them looked like the sort of place I wanted to go to. That is to say, a real ramen joint. Somewhere small, where they made everything from scratch, and focused on making ramen, the best way possible. I mean, that's what I was hoping I would get, since all I really had to go on was the picture google supplied, and a couple reviews. This restaurant was Ramen Suzukiya, and as it happened, it was right down the street from my sister Chelsea's apartment.
Ramen Suzukiya is a small place, run by a father and son. According to their website, Kei Suzukiya started the restaurant after retiring in Maine. The space is small, but cozy, with a very classic appearance. My sister and I sat on the counter that ran along the windows, staring out on a view of Congress Street. Our waiter, a very friendly young man, gave us the menu and I read it with hungry eyes.
For those of you who do not know, there are several different types of ramen, with many different regional variations. Generally, ramen will either fall into the categories of Shoyu (soy sauce flavored), Miso (miso flavored), Shio (salt flavored), and Tonkotsu (pork bone broth). Ramen Suzukiya serves Shoyu, Miso, and Tonkotsu, as well as a few donburi dishes. Both my sister and I ordered the tonkotsu. While we waited for our food, we sipped on cold brewed green tea, which I was first introduced to in Sendai, and have now fallen in love with.
When the ramen dish was set on the table, a marvelous scent rose up and hugged me. It was like being back in Tokyo. Only this time I got to share it with my sister. First I dug my chopsticks into the noodles and pulled up a bite. Not too mushy, not too firm, they were well established in the goldilocks zone of ramen noodles. On top of the soup were several delightful additions, a soft boiled egg, a slice of chashu pork, nori seaweed, baby bok choy, shredded cabbage, and pickled ginger. Each component adding another layer of scent, texture, and flavor. I'm not exaggerating to say that it's the best thing I've eaten since I left Japan.
As soon as I can, I will be heading back to Portland to try some of the other varieties that Ramen Suzukiya has created. I give it five very enthusiastic stars. If you're looking for somewhere to go in Portland with amazing food at a very reasonable price, look no further.
Until next time, ramen up, baby!