I still maintain to this day that the Thukpa at Chinatown in Goa is the best i've ever had. No matter how many time's i've tried it in Nepal, North India, it never comes close to the depth of flavour there.
Norling was recommended to us by the bartender at CAFE WITH NO NAME, and she begged us to go there during our week stay in Kathmandu. We ended up heading there the very next day, climbed the steps with heavy legs (acclimatising to the altitude), and ordered steaming bowls to go with our beers. This was as close to good as we found in Kathmandu, and we tried quite a few spots. The broth was hearty and warming, and everything but the actual chicken was good. The meat was fried and dry, but leaving that aside this was Kathmandu's best bowl of Thukpa.
It's often a foolish pursuit to try Japanese dishes in strange places, Kathmandu, for example. However, due to the large amount of travellers, and ex-pats, sometimes there are people who know what they are doing and make a decent living from keeping their regulars happy.
This place is not one of those.
Upon walking in you almost think you're in Shibuya at a small late-night ramen joint. There were basically only Japanese and Chinese tourists eating there while we hunted for a table away from preying eyes.
The meal came, and just by looking at it you could tell this wasn't a winner. Surprisingly enough, the broth was semi-decent with some hits of ginger that crept in through international experiments. The noodles were extremely boring and overcooked and the pork was tough and chewy. They threw in some greens for good measure and didn't know what a marinated egg was so I let that slide.
Fun to try new things, not always fun to pay for disappointing meals but it goes with the territory.