There is a considerable dose of irony in eating ramen in China. Ramen which most people would consider typical Japanese fast food was introduced from China a long time ago and it’s seem to have been around for enough time that most people forgot it’s origin. Ramen in contemporary Japan is still refer as ch?ka soba or basically Chinese soba.
It’s now possible to find 86 Ajisen ramen franchises in the city of Shanghai and on my second day in the city, I must have ran into 4 or 5 restaurants so I was intrigued. How would the journey back to the homeland taste? I was expecting a carbon copy of a carbon copy but who knows? Fake watches, fake ramen, let’s find out!
I doubt this is politically correct, but I left for Shanghai humming the tune “I Like Chinese” by the Monty Python. I briefly studied the city of Shanghai at university when I took an intro to urban studies, so I was always curious to see this city with my own eyes. China is moving fast and I was becoming afraid that I would not be able to catch a glimpse of Shanghai with it’s old shikumen (traditional 2 or 3 stories buildings) since they are being destroyed at an alarming rate.
I had 2 other reasons to visit Shanghai. First, the Shanghai Expo 2010 will be over this October and secondly I wanted to eat real Chinese food in China. My conception of Chinese food like almost everybody has been dictated by the worldwide interpretation of original homeland dishes by the ever-growing diaspora of Chinese chefs.
A first meal in a new city or a new country is like a first kiss. Would it be something memorable or just a speed bump on the road to unfulfilled desires.
I took the Maglev train into the center of Shanghai, nothing like a futuristic floating train to put you in the mood. Finding my hotel on East Jingling Road turned out to be a lot easier than I expected. Shanghai is pretty easy to navigate with its grid design.
From my hotel, my first destination was the Bund with its view on the hyper-modern Pudong skyline.
Before I came to Japan, I had never eaten a okonomiyaki. This all changed on my first visit to Hiroshima city and since then I’ve been trying to find great okonomiyaki places.
Hironoya is one of them and according to my co-workers, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Hironoya is located in Fuchu city, just outside of Fukuyama. Fuchu is not a big place, but there is a small country road that pretty much goes from my village in the mountains all the way to this okonomiyaki shop. The route 417 is one tight scary road barely larger than my miniature Japanese car.
Mizushima is not a pretty place. This part of my wife’s home town of Kurashiki is down right ugly to be honest with you. Mizushima is the home of JFE steel mill, Mitsubishi and Asahi Kasei just to name a few. On the border of this industrial wasteland, lay the commercial center of Mizushima with its main street that hasn’t seen any revitalisation plan since the Edo period. Yet, I found the chinese restaurant Toraya amid a sea of seedy snack bars.
I am in heaven and it’s only 10 min from my wife’s house!
I got hit by a violent craving for pizza yesterday. I sat all day at work revisiting my favorite pizza: New York pizza, Montreal 1$ slice after a night out drinking, my favorite spot in Paris on rue des Canettes or the numerous pizza I ate in Italy.
Having so many references doesn’t help me appreciate Japanese pizza since I find most of them blend and topped with corn and other items which I believe don’t belong on a proper pizza.