momofuku

momofuku calls itself "the best noodle bar in new york city," and they might be right. dglass was SO sweet last night and treated me to an absolutely perfect bowl of ramen at this sliver of a restaurant on 1st avenue between 10th and 11th. it was my second time, her first, and i can't wait to go back again—and next time with bo and co, total noodle heads both.

you can't go wrong here... everyone around us was eating different things and loving every bite—especially, it seems, the steamed buns. you get to know your neighbor's dinner pretty well, because you're all sitting on top of each other (there are no tables, just a long bar that winds arounds back onto itself) but in a friendly, mellow-vibe, shared-good-meal kind of way.

anyway, i had the momofuku ramen, with its two kinds of unbelievably RICH and tender pork, poached egg, greens, seaweed and scallions. dglass had the chicken ramen with greens and some other stuff. it was all warming and flavorful and totally delicious. you should note that this place is no secret. we got there around 7:30 and only had to wait just a bit, but the line was pretty long when we left an hour later.

momofuku is, of course, also really fun to say, especially in mock anger, and especially once you know that in japanese it means "lucky peach."