(Río Ebro 89, Mexico City, Cuauhtémoc, 06500 Mexico City)
The Mexicans are untouchable in their gastronomic delights. Some of the best food on planet earth can be found in this country, and especially in the small streets and backalleys of Mexico City.
Ramen is not one of them. Well, not last time I checked.
Rokai Ramen-ya was one of the highest rated spots in DF and literally a 5 minute walk from my airbnb apartment. It was too good to be true. The place was rammed to the brim, no space to sit, so I waited a good quarter of an hour before being led to a table in the back. I ordered their speciality and waited sipping on a micro-brew beer. The ramen was an utter disaster. Avoiding the obvious big lump of butter (which they love doing in Hokkaido) I struggled through 2-3 mouthfuls. Nothing was redeeming. I felt so sad since the crew of Mexicans and Japanese chefs were eagerly watching my every move since I sat right next to the kitchen entrance. I feigned pleasure, scarfed 40% of it down, paid my bill and felt generally uneasy for the rest of the day.