On an insatiably hot day there are few things that sound as counter-intuative as a hot bowl of noodles. However, in some bizarre way, it does quell the serpents tongue.
My tuk tuk expertly wove its way in and out of Phnom Penh's traffic on the way to Davids. A small roadside restaurant famous for their hand-pulled noodles, which the cook proudly makes outside in full view of the road. I sat anxiously reading my book as he flipped and stretched the noodles meters away. The bowl was placed down, the soup looked rather thin and insipid. I decided to proceed with an open mind, and realised very quickly that I was right. The soup lacked any real depth and had been disguised from it's potential by adding a copious amount of cinnamon or star anise (or both) to "elevate" the rather mediocre broth. It took a lot of chili oil and soy sauce to make it palatable.
The main sin here were the noodles. If you're going to spend that much time making noodles from scratch, then don't overcook them. They were soggy and without any texture.
Duck breast was tasty, pok choi was also decent. Nothing else shone unfortunately...
With my stomach worse for wear after a dodgy Thali, I decided it canny to opt for something safe. Having eaten here almost 3 years ago, and remembering good things, I headed back. It's amazing how after so long, just the first sip of a broth can take you back. Immediately I remembered what the rest of the bowl would taste like, and I was right.
The overall review of this place is a good one, however there are things to work on. Firstly the pork is a bit chewy and lacking in flavour. Secondly, with no menma, nori or beansprouts to add texture it becomes a bit vacant. Thirdly, the egg is just an overdone boiled one with no discernable marinade.
If they tighten their apron strings and put a little more effort in, they will have a superb bowl soon. All the building blocks are there.
A tiny disaster of a ramen bowl. Overcooked eggs that were salty, menma that was inedibly salty, broth that was: you guessed it ......SALTY, and standard noodles and pork cut too thick for its level of tenderness.
This small ramen bar in the middle of Bassac Lane may be able to tempt in the late night drinkers, but if it wants to be taken seriously it's going to have to up its game substantially.
(Angkor Night Market St, Krong Siem Reap, Cambodia)
Forever on the hunt for a good bowl of Ramen/Phô/Laksa/Noodles anywhere in the world, I take it as a personal challenge to try find authenticity in the unlikeliest of places. Siem Reap is one of them. Having stayed here a few times, I walked past the Old Beijing Dumpling House and decided to try some dumplings (which were fine), and to hit it with a bowl of "Authentic Beef Noodle Soup".
To say the noodle soup looked better than it tasted would be an understatement. It was irredeemably bland, despite the rich look of the broth. The noodles were tame and unflattering, and even the beef lacked any real intensity and was chewy.
This was a lesson in trial and error. Today was an error, but tomorrow may not be.