It started as a good idea on a cold day. It turned out to be an annoying waste of time and of hard earned dollars. Admittedly I am a ramen snob and the ramen here, both miso and shoyu (plus tonkotsu) is comparable to a 3 maybe 3.5 star ramenya for flavor, greasiness and noodle texture: not the best, but still good and not too generic. Because of that flavorful mediocrity, the prices for it are an absolute insult to the ramen gods. People, this is street food, not some gourmet New York nouveau cousine concoction by a Michelin-rated kitchen. On a similar note, the gyoza were mediocre, and the takoyaki was cooked in a paste that is definitely not the takoyaki paste - on top of that it was sweet - what's up with THAT?!
Perhaps because it was the long holiday, the service was actually non-existent for long stretches. When the cute waitress showed up, always in a foul mood, she had the logo of the restaurant pasted on her face: a scowling old man.
Girl, stop the scowlin' and give me some food I love!