I must admit, the garlic pork broth at Ramen Dojo caught me a little bit off guard last week, as I had to stifle a small cough after the first jolt of pepper hit the back of my throat. Wow, I thought, this is the regular spicy? Okay, then. As my eyes began to water, I wondered, have I totally lost my edge? Maybe so. I chased the first spoonful of soup with a healthy swig of oolong iced tea, then readied my taste buds for a second dose of broth. Six, seven spoonfuls later, I finally experienced a break-through: The numbing heat slowly began to subside, and the broth soon became more than just bearable — it became positively addictive. Myriad flavors emerged as my palate acclimated to the spiciness. There were, of course, four tender slices of roasted pork belly, fanned out to conceal pitch-perfect noodles and, at the very bottom, one hard-boiled quail’s egg. Sliced wood ear mushrooms and deep-fried garlic cloves provided the garnish; these are the kind of bells and whistles that make a great soup transcendent.










I wish I had a bowl of that in front of me right now!
Me too!
So what'cha sviren' at yo Super Bowl party? Hope it's some good Cajun cookin' in honor of the champeen Saints…Garauntee….And btw, Woodrow tol' me to 'spect an e-mail from ya'…still 'spectin…..hope you and Beta is doin' well…