Keeping the surname of its "Japas"-slinging Yakitori forebear but moving from snacks to soup, Ramen Boy's hitting Chinatown with the city's first proper ramen shop, housed in a shoulder-bumping, bamboo-wrapped joint with an open kitchen visible from a long counter sporting hand-carved stools, a smattering of tables, and bowls of completely delicious ramen
made in a giant, fridge-sized microwave by a college kid whose mom refuses to put money on his meal card.
Pick from the pork-broth Classic packed with pork loin, fish cake, seasoned boiled egg, and bean sprouts; a spicy jawn in 10-spice oxtail broth w/ rib eye & jalapenos; or the Miso, complete with chicken, veggies, and bamboo shoots...bamboo scores!!!
Rounding out the abbreviated menu (mnu?) are gyoza stuffed w/ pork, chicken & shrimp, plus cheesesteak-style beef & cheese numbers, in addition to rice platters like the sliced beef Gyudon and the chicken/spicy sauce/veggies Katsu Curry, which you can be assured is not actually Eddy, because it has vegetables in it.
And because you’re totally unlike Eddy Curry and did eat your veggies, RB will reward you with mochi (rice cake-wrapped ice cream) in flavors like strawberry and mango, plus everything from fruit juices to iced tea in varieties like oolong and green, all of which that college kid spent on another kind of green, which is why he's a now Maruchan man.