So…I went to Menya Hosaki the other week. I’ve known Hosuk for a long time and I’ve had his home made ramen a couple times over the past year. He’s been telling me about his dream to open a ramen restaurant and he’s been making ramen for his friends for what feels like forever. I didn’t think this day would actually come.
When I stepped inside and ordered Tsukemen (dipping noodles), I was nervous. I’m a harsh critic, just look at how I tore up Boston. I’m especially harsh when it comes to food because it is literally my sustenance. If I’m hungry and the meal is unsatisfying, that ruins my day. It puts me in a bad mood. I will go get another meal to satiate my hunger lust if I need to. So as I order my ramen, I’m nervous. Not only has Hosuk put his blood, sweat, and tears into this ramen, it could also end up ruining my day if it turns out to be mediocre. There’s a lot at stake here.
They call my name and carry over the tray you see above this text. Moment of truth. I put the first bite in my mouth and I am astounded. I don’t like it, I love it. The sauce and noodles taste so balanced together, incredibly savory and juicy to begin but it quickly becomes more muted before it overwhelms me. Black magic? The chashu is cooked to perfection, so tender and moist. The bamboo shoots are soft and sweet in a way that I have never ever had anywhere else. So, so, so good…. I want more. That hunger lust is kicking in. I’m not satisfied, not because the food is bad but because it’s so good that I need a second helping.
I order the Tonkotsu next, the bread and butter of most ramen restaurants. This is going to give me a direct comparison to most of the other ramen I’ve had in my life. It doesn’t disappoint. The broth is so creamy and vibrant. I get more of that delicious chashu and bamboo shoot that I’m craving. After I scarf down my second helping of noodles, I drink all the broth (healthy?), not wanting the meal to end.
I’m just going to come out and say it. I’ve visited New York more times in my life than any other city and had a lot of ramen while I’ve been up there. Nothing I’ve had in NYC comes even close to the caliber at Menya Hosaki. It is the best ramen I’ve ever had in my life. I’m so proud of Hosuk for working tirelessly to bring his dream to life.
10/10 would recommend