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| - I was walking to Noodlecat when I passed by Hyde Park and smelled the most wonderful aroma. I said, -no, I'm going to continue to Noodlecat and try it out. Besides, Hyde Park will cost me $20 for lunch.
Well... Noodlecat costed me $20 for lunch, including my $1.66 tip. Break down: $12.99 The Hangover. $3.99, to make it a meal with bun and drink. Tax and tip. Twenty Bucks, (I realize $1.66 isn't a sufficient percentage for the tip but why am I tipping the cashier anyway?)
Now, my revue is just going to be of the one dish I had on my one trip. The other food there may be wonderful, (and not $20 for a bowl of soup with a steamed bread snack.)
So you know, this wasn't my first noodle house. I'm actually a fat, seasoned veteran of world noodle houses. This was my first in Crocker Park which is a premiere Ohio destination, (you may not have known that Ohio has destinations.) I'm sure the rent is $8,000 a month which means $20 bowls of soup.
Let me get to my review... Here's the quick version: I got The Hangover- I liked the egg.
Here's the extended version... Presentation was good. I liked how it looked, even though it cost $20. It was small. If you ever go to a respectable noodle house in Japan, Nobu Niguchi of Nagasaki, Nippon will serve you a salad bowl full of noodles and shame you until you eat it all. EIGAREN! Yoo leetool ba-bee! EAT!!! All of it!
The $20 bowl of noodles I got from Noodlecat was smaller than my kid's cereal bowl. It consisted of Ramen noodles and juice, kimchi, shredded pork, bacon, shoestring fries, and shoyu tamago, (egg.).
Ramen is popular with Japanese WWII survivors and UC Davis survivors. I prefer udon personally.
The kimchi was mushy. The pork was reminiscent of cheap Carolina BBQ. The juice, which should be the icing surrounding noodle cake, was boring. It tasted like thickened chicken broth with ginger. The shoestring fries which I believe they called Japanese Fries, (note: Japanese fries are what we call "McDonalds" fries, NOT shoestring fries,) were good but you had to get them out of the way to eat anything else. They were long and skinny and hard and poked me in the face while I was trying to get to the juice- like a man lost in the desert trying to bite a cactus.
The shoyu tamago, I liked. It was mild with a creamy yolk. Could have used a longer soy bath.
To end, the shrimp bun sucked. Bun was cold and dry. One tiny piece of breaded shrimp? Not even tempura? Oh! And the soda machine was on the blink! I had seltzer water instead of Cherry Pepsi.
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