So there's this new ramen place at Fort Bonifacio. By Burgos Circle, to be exact. And to be even more exact.. beside Bugsy's.
Now the name is an eye catcher. After pondering, I thought that maybe they serve a different kind of ramen here. But to name your own product wrong was something different. It definitely caught my attention.
So the decor was something else. I enjoyed it. I didn't get bored waiting for the order. I just had to look around the restaurant and glance along the walls. There were several unique posters as well that really caught my eye.
This is one of said posters. I was too engrossed in capturing the image of the poster that I forgot to make sure the text was seen. Anyway, the text says "How can you be right if you have never been wrong?" Makes sense. There were other variations. Ramen coming out of a Starbuck's cup or a spam can.
This little gem was right beside the washroom. It made me feel like such a sexy beast while I was taking care of my business.
This was Tantanmen (Php 395). It was a spicy sesame broth with ground pork in it. I thought this was amazing. Whatever your preconception is about ramen; Leave it at the door. You're finding none of that weak shizzle here! This was a gamble that paid off!
Eating at a Japanese restaurant is supposed to have you engaging a symphony of flavors. When you close your eyes you can imagine a geisha serenading you with a shamisen while you devour your food.
But this was Wrong-Freaking-Ramen! Geishas here were wearing Kiss makeup and rocking an electric guitar while you eat your food. Now turn that geisha into liquid and put some pork on top of her and that's what you get in that bowl. Spicy. Flavorful. Awesomeness.
This was the Tonkotsu (Php 395). A milky chicken and pork broth. Apparently it's too rich in pork fat for some people so there's a milder version of it. I tried it and loved it as well. And I think that if you're going to eat pork, it's all or nothing.
So scrap the milder version and let them order a salad instead. They're insulting your genius! This bowl of ramen was so milkily amazing. I could've sworn it was the love juice of angels. I applaud you all.. pork fat and all. To ask you to lessen that which makes the dish great is to insult your culinary prowess.
It's been quite a while since I said that I would try everything on a menu of a restaurant. Congrats, Wrong Ramen.. you have earned my patronage. I will eat everything on your menu, one day at a time.
You have it all. Food and ambience plus the added effect of humor. Those posters and decors are just so hilarious that I can't wait to meet the man who conceptualized it. I'm sure we can share a couple of beers and a hundred laughs.
If you don't get a notion of how funny I think he is... then let me share this. There's few dessert items on the menu. One is Belgian chocolate sprinkled with sea salt. The menu title? Poop of the gods.
I was never a fan of traditional ramen. And it looks like I never will be. If the ramen here is wrong, then I never want to be right.
