(7.101.01 & S7.101.00 Pavilion Elite, 168, Jalan Raja Chulan, Bukit Bintang, 55100) To be honest I wasn't expecting to find amazing ramen in Malaysia. No offence, but I was obviously hoping for my umpteenth visit here to discover new Laksa, Tamil and Chinese food. Doing some due diligence before I read about this ramen place, and a couple more I am trying out in the next few days.
Bari-Uma do a Tonkotsu Shoyu style ramen, a little darker and stronger than regular Tonkotsu places in Japan. The egg is not sliced (bummer, cause I personally think it adds so much more character to the bowl, and means you don't have to bite into the entire egg at once and leave half of it floating around but can choose to eat half of it first to cleanse your palette and then the rest later... not to mention seeing how well the egg is cooked UP FRONT), but horses for causes. The broth was fantastic. A rich, but not overpowering blend of richness and umami. The egg was rather forgettable, but the pork was absolutely amazing. Succulent, tender, good ratio of fat vs meat, and grilled on both ends to caramelise (not scorch), the meat so it avoided tasting like propane but had a rich, deep, beautiful flavour to it. The noodles were home-made and cooked al-dente. No complaints. Solid, solid ramen adventures on my first proper Ramen trip in KL. Lots more to follow, all my previous visits have been lost since my iphone died. Damn Apple. 8/10
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( Jalan Pantai Berawa,Tibubeneng, Kuta Utara, Tibubeneng, North Kuta) So you're in Bali, and everywhere around you are shops with freaking EAT PRAY LOVE bowls and Avo-Mash-Spirulina-Wheatgrass bullshit smoothies. I'm sorry, but after a heavy night of inebriation, the best remedy is not this healthy foo-foo, its a bowl of gawdayum Phõ.
Unfortunately, my hotel was 200 meters away from this one, and it came recommended by some backpackers who probably have never even been to Vietnam. I rolled up there, sunglasses on, sat in the furthest possible point away from other human beings, ordered my Beef Phõ and sucked down on my cold coke. The weather was hot. It was humid. Nothing was helping the hangover so far. My soup finally came, and I could tell just by looking at it this was all wrong. -The noodles were not rice noodles they resembled tagliatelle -The beef was horrendous.. Overcooked, chewy, complete disaster -The basil was not Vietnamese so it threw off the entire flavour -The onions were cut super thick which messes up the whole balance -They heaped a huge spoon of Hoisin sauce IN the bowl without asking This was an exercise in futility. I slurped as much goodness as I could gain from this mediocre bowl of sustenance and left shrouded in fear and longing. There must be better ways to cure the aching of the soul in Bali. 4/10 (Jl. Subak Sari No.14, Tibubeneng, Kuta Utara) After meeting a Japanese couple the night before at my guesthouse and talking Ramen for the better part of an hour, I woke up this afternoon with the pangs for a hearty bowl. I googled RAMEN NEAR ME and lo and behold, there was a Ramen shop run by a Japanese fellow 800 meters away. I hurtled over on my scooter, sat in a place that afforded privacy and introspection and ordered the spicy miso ramen.
The service was good, albeit a bit too attentive. The food came quickly and I remembered to take a photo before digging in. The broth itself was pretty standard, the weird kimchi-style relish on the top was a bit odd and in retrospect I should have discarded it instead of mixing it in with the soup. It created an unpleasant raw-garlic flavour to the whole dish and even now 45 minutes later I can still taste that sharp, acrid flavour. The pork was flavoursome but tough, the egg was overcooked completely, and the noodles were standard. I won't be back again, but i'm glad I tried it so I can warn other travellers of their impending fate. 5/10 |
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