DISCLAIMER - I wrote this ages ago, work went mental and I forgot to post it....
I love going to restaurants, I always have. I was always very well behaved when taken out to eat as a child as the fear of being taken out if I misbehaved and therefore missing the food was a hellish concept. When I know I am going somewhere to eat I studiously pore over the menu for days if not weeks in advance working out precisely what I'm going to have and exactly what I'm going to make everyone else order as well. I sincerely hope I will write more on this blog about what I cook rather than where I eat, but I am far better at eating than cooking so I don't have high hopes.........
A couple of weekends ago my darling cousin Flo and I went out for a day round town (I live in SW London so it isn't exactly a million miles away). We went to the National Gallery, I took her on my now well established educational routine involving much shutting of eyes, staring at Byzantine faces and then running round to Renaissance to compare. We then wandered over to Soho to find Bone Daddies which I had been reading a lot about as one of the leading players in London's current ramen obsession (alongside Shoyru Ramen, Tonkotsu and the comparatively well established Koya).
We started off with the fried chicken, kara age for the highly fluent in Japanese, which were lovely nuggets of goodness served very simply with a lemon slice. I thought they were incredibly moreish but my cousin wasn't so bothered, not that I cared that much as it meant I had loads.
We both had the T22, I avoided tonkotsu as I had already had some at it's namesake a couple of weeks previously and was after something different rather than looking for a direct comparison.
I can't remember exactly what was with it (I don't think specific details are going to be too much of a feature of this blog) BUT there was a soft boiled egg (natch!), spring onions, cock scratchings (queue lots of lolz from me and my cousin, and the waiter looking slightly fed up of the joke having had to explain for the gazillionth time that it is crispy chicken skin and nothing to do with chicken genitalia), soy ramen and chicken. We didn't actually realise their was spring onion, which was very uneducated of us, so we ordered extra, but it was a great shout if I say so myself because I heart alliums. Woo I said alliums in a sentence. Twice.
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I actually preferred the Bone Daddies offering to Tonkotsu. To me I found it all a bit more interesting. Not just the food, which I thought was great but as I say, I didn't actually have tonkotsu ramen and I'm not much of an expert on noodles so can't comment on variations, but the atmosphere. I found Tonkotsu a bit cramped and dark, whereas Bone Daddies was bright and airy though I am not a fan of high uncomfortable stools when there is no where to leave your plethora of shopping bags...
I love going to restaurants, I always have. I was always very well behaved when taken out to eat as a child as the fear of being taken out if I misbehaved and therefore missing the food was a hellish concept. When I know I am going somewhere to eat I studiously pore over the menu for days if not weeks in advance working out precisely what I'm going to have and exactly what I'm going to make everyone else order as well. I sincerely hope I will write more on this blog about what I cook rather than where I eat, but I am far better at eating than cooking so I don't have high hopes.........
A couple of weekends ago my darling cousin Flo and I went out for a day round town (I live in SW London so it isn't exactly a million miles away). We went to the National Gallery, I took her on my now well established educational routine involving much shutting of eyes, staring at Byzantine faces and then running round to Renaissance to compare. We then wandered over to Soho to find Bone Daddies which I had been reading a lot about as one of the leading players in London's current ramen obsession (alongside Shoyru Ramen, Tonkotsu and the comparatively well established Koya).
We started off with the fried chicken, kara age for the highly fluent in Japanese, which were lovely nuggets of goodness served very simply with a lemon slice. I thought they were incredibly moreish but my cousin wasn't so bothered, not that I cared that much as it meant I had loads.
We both had the T22, I avoided tonkotsu as I had already had some at it's namesake a couple of weeks previously and was after something different rather than looking for a direct comparison.
I can't remember exactly what was with it (I don't think specific details are going to be too much of a feature of this blog) BUT there was a soft boiled egg (natch!), spring onions, cock scratchings (queue lots of lolz from me and my cousin, and the waiter looking slightly fed up of the joke having had to explain for the gazillionth time that it is crispy chicken skin and nothing to do with chicken genitalia), soy ramen and chicken. We didn't actually realise their was spring onion, which was very uneducated of us, so we ordered extra, but it was a great shout if I say so myself because I heart alliums. Woo I said alliums in a sentence. Twice.
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I actually preferred the Bone Daddies offering to Tonkotsu. To me I found it all a bit more interesting. Not just the food, which I thought was great but as I say, I didn't actually have tonkotsu ramen and I'm not much of an expert on noodles so can't comment on variations, but the atmosphere. I found Tonkotsu a bit cramped and dark, whereas Bone Daddies was bright and airy though I am not a fan of high uncomfortable stools when there is no where to leave your plethora of shopping bags...
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