Cherry Blossom was the only acceptable valley spot for ramen ... until now.
Now I have another place to indulge my broth-y, noodle love. And not just that, but their gyoza have that crispy, lacy, browned bottom I never get in Phoenix.
What it lacks in ambiance, it makes up for in flavor ... and I only go to places like this for the food anyway. Like no one is going to be taking their hot date here, but you'll come with the person you can sloppily slurp noodles with. That's kind of a lesson about life for the kids right there. If you're afraid to suck on some long, sauce covered ramen noodles in front of your date, why are you so willing to suck on other things?
It makes sense.