Let’s talk broths shall we? Pho hails from Vietnam. Poles slurp barszcz. Mum sips Bonox. Those interested in life improvement have chicken noodle soup for the soul. And Nippon folk eat ramen.
Who knew a bowl of liquid could be so damn wholesome? I didn’t until I tasted the ramen from Arigataya. During my visit, I was transfixed. Never have I slurped a broth so potent or met waitresses so friendly. Case in point – as I was sitting at our table trying to scribble down the opening times with a disobedient pen, another pen was offered to me with ninja-like speed.
As I was slurping away, soft music and visions of homemade corrugated cardboard decorations launched me into a warm, soupy coma. The ramen itself was authentic and delicious. The pork belly slid straight down. The eggs were supple, the greenery was fresh and the broth was flavoursome.
Move over chicken noodles, Ramen is soup for the soul.








