Authentic af. Jubilant atmosphere, but expect a long wait. The people working there actually speak Japanese and know the culture, so I guess they are nihon-jin.
The miso ramen was delicious. I had a sip of the black tan tan sesame broth and it was also something to write home about.
We had takoyaki (octopus dumplings) for an app and the bonito flakes were the best I've had in Canada... there were five pieces for the two of us, so that was an awkward number. Even if there were three of us.
Sake shot in wooden box for over fill of liquid (pour it into the glass, dont drink from the wood box) and saying otototoo and everyone cheering: just do it.
After feeling full and warm inside on a damp winter day, the burps that followed while walking around Kensington Market solidified the fact that the ramen was a good choice.
Arigato!