The following video is a factual depiction of my recent excursion to the delightful Oshima Ramen.
Maybe we should replace Uma with Roseanne Barr. And all that yelling from Hattori Hanso, well that is him yelling at me rather than his assistant. Having never fallen prey to the world of noodles I really wasn't familiar with the ole ins n outs of such a place so I asked him what I should order off the menu. His response was this:
"I DON'T GO TO BURGER KING AND ASK WHAT IS BEST BURGER ON MENU! IT FAST FOOD! ORDER SOMETHING!!!"
At that moment I fell madly in love..... with him, with the restaurant, with life. I knew that I was going to have an incredible experience. My friend asked politely, that her meal not include the pickled egg and he scoffed at her and mumbled something disdainfully under his breath. And he yelled at us later for asking too many questions, as my friend inquired if he had included the sauce with our dumplings, which by the way were fucking incredible.
What a treat. I am aware there are some major fauxhemians who are gonna be all - I totally rollerbladed there like 90 times already but I don't give a mother fuck. I don't have to be first, I'm just glad to be a small part of this freakish little gem. Oshima showed up in the Denver in the mid 00s as part of Japan's fast food "takeover" of America. It was supposed to be one of many, but instead, it is one of one. That might have something to do with the fact that 90% of the time the closed sign is up. Or it could be that the carpet smells like someone mopped it with a sour mop. To which I ask "why would you mop carpet?" Let me just mention that sloshing around on soggy carpet while reading a menu is incredibly unappetizing. But the noodles were amazing. The broth was everything I ever could have hoped for. Light and yet deeply flavorful. Spicy but not overbearing. The pork was pretty fab as well, although obviously I am gonna drink the shit out of some pork broth, am I right? So go there. Just drive on over to Tamarac square, past the great big fat Whole Foods, and look for the little shop between a supercuts and a nail salon or wells fargo (or a wells fargo nail salon) and enjoy. Ignore the closed sign. Don't worry about the carebears hanging upside down in wire baskets over the deep fryer. I am sure they are totally there for a reason. Right? The food (or fast food) is incredible. I miss him already. I have never loved being yelled at by a man, more in all my life.
I love Eating Out Denver!!! You must take me with you on your next eating out adventure :-)
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