the nearest thing that i could find to a perfect ramen is in singapore. across the causeway. 4 hours drive away. sigh. persistent that i was to have that perfect ramen, i made a note of the name and address of the place. and when i knew that i was going to be in singapore one particular week, i was all ready with my gprs and the note.
with slow driving conditions, we finally cleared the immigration at 2pm. a little late for lunch. our stomachs were growling. we had deliberately kept it empty in anticipation of that hot kyushu pork bone soup ramen. anything else would have spoiled the taste. our gprs co-operated fully and brought us straight to the correct street. wrong shop no. it took us another 10 minutes to locate the exact 'x' that marked the spot. it was indeed like a treasure hunt, and our mouth was deliriously drooling the closer we got to the chest.
final destination: liang court. tampopo. famous black pig ramen. normally we would have wandered around the shopping centre a little to locate the shop. this time i headed straight to the information counter. 2.30pm and i still haven't have my much anticipated ramen warmly tucked inside my stomach, this is no time to be playing around. directions received, it was all i could do to stop myself from sprinting the last 100m to the shop. i would have beat usain bolt during that particular instance too.
don't know if it was all the anticipation or the exhilaration from finally being able to savour with my tongue the taste that was in my head for weeks, the ramen was delicious, to say the least. one bowl was way too little, but one bowl was all i could fit in. it's a pity that i have to go through all this fuss for a simple noodle of ramen. it is already on my 'to go' list when i next visit the island, alongside the springy al-dente shimbashi soba that i must also have.
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