My friend said this was like stepping into a noodle shop in Tokyo--so it turned out to be an adventure for us. We got there around 10pm on a Friday night and the parking lot was jam packed, with some crazy drivers circling round and round for a space. Friend got in sooner than I did and found two seats at the counter, but she was hassled a bit by the server she called the soup Nazi, who demanded to know how much longer before I showed up. (I was parking for goodness sake.) People were starting to line up outside the door, it's such a tiny place. We both ordered to tonkatsu ramen, mine with butter and corn, which added to the rich broth. I keep forgetting to tell them to hold the bamboo shoots. The chashu was tasty, but just a bit on the chewy side and it's worthy of a youtube video to see me try to separate it with my hashi or do the bite and yank technique while slurping the noodles and broth. Fun experience pretending we were in a Japan noodle house. We'll go back to try a different broth and see if the chashu is more tender earlier in the day.