座間のじんたん
I received it. Taking an exam at this age... well, I'm enjoying it, so it can't be helped. On this day, Seigaku was the exam venue. It felt like I had returned to my old days as a test taker, climbing up the slope... it's quite a climb... in the June humidity, with no air conditioning... I was sweating a lot. I'll stop here because it's long, but just before the exam started, the air conditioning started working and I managed to finish the 100-minute section. Next is the essay. But before that... time for food! But there are no restaurants nearby! It's Sunday and many places are closed... so, I ended up heading towards the off-track betting area, where I'm used to walking. Going down this slope will make the return trip difficult again. Long-nosed soy sauce ramen? I've tried something similar a few times before, but seeing so many ads promoting Long-nosed made me want to try it again... I'm also curious about the hostess in the ad. "Welcome!" A guy who looks like a part-time worker in Shibuya brought me some water. Not the hostess I was hoping for, but oh well. I ordered the basic black ramen with soy sauce for 880 yen. The restaurant had about 4 customers who left one after another, but there were two who seemed to be regulars, and they were carried in a lift. I would have ordered a beer for 600 yen, but I gave up because I might get sleepy and not be able to write my essay. Soon, the ramen arrived. The presentation was similar to ramen from the northern region. Or should I say the Japan Sea region? I took a sip of the soup. Ah, it has ginger in it. Apparently, there is also a version where they sprinkle chopped ginger on top. On the table, there were ginger vinegar, soy sauce, and pepper. I personally wanted some shichimi pepper, but when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I dipped a spoon in the soy sauce and ginger vinegar and tasted the soup. It was... suitable for the day's condition, I guess. The noodles were straight and plain, no frills. They were firm, which I liked, and went well with the soy sauce. The egg was perfectly half-cooked. A larger size would have been luxurious. I appreciated the spinach, which had a unique taste. It had a hint of earthiness, similar to celery... like it was absorbing the essence of the land. If it was just a light wash, then it was fine by me, as I enjoyed it. The chashu was tasty, thinly sliced but flavorful. It was more like chashu than the thick, fatty kind. I might get scolded for this, but I want to try eating udon or soba with this soup. Or even a rice porridge... sacrilege? Having this ginger soy sauce to warm me up during the June rainy season, and then climbing that slope again... sweating profusely... but as I walked down the street, the wind blew, pushing me forward. Bon appétit!