During my recent visit to Sapporo, I made sure to check out a highly recommended ramen shop that was a must-try according to travel books. As soon as I arrived, I was greeted by a long queue of eager customers. While I was contemplating the wait, a staff member approached me and spoke rapidly in Japanese, leaving me completely clueless. However, observing that people in front of me were entering the shop to buy a ticket, I decided to follow suit.
Inside, a ticketing machine caught my attention. It was entirely in Japanese, and I couldn't read a word. Taking a chance, I selected the option in the top left corner since it seemed to be the popular choice among those ahead of me. After waiting for nearly an hour, it was finally my turn to enter.
When the bowl of ramen was placed before me, I immediately noticed the difference from the ramen I usually eat in Tokyo. The broth had a distinct richness and spiciness, with bits of minced meat floating on the surface. The oiliness of the broth took me by surprise, as it was far more pronounced than what I was accustomed to.
Although the richness and oiliness of the broth were not my personal preference, I could appreciate how it catered to the local taste. The impeccable texture of the noodles was undoubtedly the highlight of the dish, and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
