I was lucky enough in my now forever lost youth to have spent a good deal of time in Japan.
It was for a “class” about the modern samurai, but was really just an excuse to get college credit for eating weird food while going on dates with girls that did not speak the same language as you.
Right. Anyways, while I was there I ate upon the succor of ramen so fine that I tear up even thinking about it. It’s like listening to “In the arms of an angel” only the angel is pork broth and tasty noodles and shit.
But you need to stop thinking about what you consider “ramen”. This isn’t some sad as shit college meal you made yourself after realizing that your “Hey this is a brand new opportunity to be a new me. Look out world, here comes cool Ryan!” attitude is getting you nowhere. That girl thinks your cheesy and tacky and she hates you.
I’m talking real ramen, son.
So when Katie tells me that there’s a proper Ramen shop coming to Kansas City, I kinda lose it. I’ve been waiting for this a long time. My body is ready. Take me, Ramen.
So it’s called Columbus Park Ramen Shop…. It’s in Columbus Park. Which is a place that is now in the knee of the curve for hipster-fication. Or gentrification for you fancy peeps. Which pretty much means that stylish young folk with money are entering the neighborhood and making it expensive to live in.
Anyways – I usually think hipster places are way overpriced, too cool for me to be in and take the art of their craft way too seriously.
And that is this place. But hold on. It’s so worth it.
So, so, so worth it.
You walk up to it in a alley. Not like a “give me all your money!” alley, more an alley that if you woke up in it, you’d hit your snooze alarm for a bit.
Then you see it. The illuminated ramen shop. It, a siren beckoning me to crash my ship upon its MSG riddled shore, and me, the super hungry form of Odysseus with a shittier beard. Katie was there too.
You walk into the shop which is really just a cool garage. The decor is great, people are friendly and we’re introduce with their “community table” system. Which is a system where they seat strangers together.
It wasn’t all that bad. The people across from us were cool and didn’t smell bad. We spoke for an appropriate amount of time then engaged in no eye contact for the remainder of the time. Which was great.
Then we ordered.
Yo Katie, what did you order?
The Tonkotsu with an egg. Cause I’m a boss.
Why’d you go with that one?
Because you were stuck between two options that you wanted so I ordered your second choice because I know you’re just going to end up eating half of mine anyways. Because you’re fat.
I love you so damn much.
Anyways, I order the Kimchi because, like Paris Hilton, I like it hot.
This is what they looked like. Please forgive the blurry photo. Katie’s short and I was already shaking the table through my aggressive eating.
We ate the shit out of them.
This place is damn near one of my favorites is KC. No joke. Go to it like you would a free HBO Now account.
So how do we rate it?
Bathrooms: A mystery. I didn’t go.
Decor: 7/10, it’s 350 sq ft…in a garage.
Bathrooms: No clue. But I imagine they’d be cozy. Like an airplane one.
549 Gillis Street
Kansas City, MO 64106