Dedicated to my first patron and my most ardent supporter, Gwen
I’ve been to ramen places up the west coast. You’re not missing a “and down” in that sentence; I haven’t actually eaten ramen in Southern California. Despite that, my friends who live in the Pacific North-West have been gracious enough to take me to places they like. This is one such place, which I was taken to by, funnily enough, Gwen.
But let’s get into it! Ramen Ryoma was great! Even if the experience was somewhat amusingly tempered by the lack of parking and the long-ish wait, both of which were caused by a local anime-fan-focused event directing all the weebs to the local designated weeb spot (here). Like a typhoon sent by god to smite us for our hubris, the absolute storm of weebs walking around almost gave me whiplash. Luckily, we managed to find parking, and, luckily again, it seemed a handful of parties ahead of us abandoned ship to try their fortunes elsewhere. This was not the titanic wait I was braced for.