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| - Holy crap! Inchiban desu! This is the beat bowl of noodles ever. Period. Not "in Toronto" not "on this continent" not "outside of Japan." For the noodle soup lover, this is Mecca. The broth alone is a complex, layered, delicate construction. Add an undertone of chilies and a blatant yet restrained note of miso and you can imagine the oily, salty, savory broth Santoku puts in front of you. Cold but not dried ramen noodles are added and a plate of acutremont are served. The pork jowels are succulent and ethereal. The muscle fiber falls apart like a cherry blossom's petals. The fat melts like smooth butter. The thin layer on the outside tastes of bacon crumbs. With the green onions, sliced mushrooms and kelp, your bowl becomes a koan, your slurping a mantra. And before you leave you will reach enlightenment. Yes, tasty, precious nirvana where time stops, mind ceases, and the reality of the universe opens-up to reveal the truth that you have eaten the all time best bowl of noodle soup that ever was.
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