After my absurdly horrible ramen experience at the Sapporo airport, the Food Gods clearly decided to take pity on me, basically dropping an amazing pastry right in my lap.
I should have known that the airport ramen wouldn’t be very good. I mean, it’s airport ramen. Any rational person would tell you that it’s not going to be very good.
About 90 percent of the things I eat while I’m travelling are either based on research or popularity (i.e. if I see a line for food, I’m probably going to stand in that line regardless of what it’s for).
Occasionally, however, I’ll see something like the dorayaki ice cream sundae at Sazae x Ishiya. I hadn’t heard anything about it, and there were no crowds. But come on: look at that thing. That’s way too delightful to pass up. I had to try it.
After my sub-par experience at Aji No Karyu, I knew I couldn’t leave it at that. I had to eat at least one more bowl of ramen in Sapporo so that me and the city could part on good terms.
I think it’s safe to say that if you have to tell people that you’re famous, you’re not famous.