If we were to tell you that Chicago was to get yet another ramen shop (which, spoiler alert: we are),
you’d probably take a deep sigh and think something like:
1) Please let this one play good hip-hop.
2) Please let this one have a high-tech Hoshizaki beer chiller that pours icy Japanese beer exactly the way God intended.
3) Please let this one have Ms. Pac-Man.
Wow, it’s like those Melmans read your mind.
Because now there’s this: Ramen-San, a new grotto of handmade noodles, cold beer, warm sake, old-school video games and other nice stuff from the Paris Club/RPM team, opening tonight.
Yes, this was the former Paris Club bar. Don’t try and envision where everything used to be; you’ll only waste valuable kimchi-and-fried-chicken-ramen-ordering time.
The place is cozy, but not tiny. There are split-timber tables, exposed brick and a hand-selected hip-hop soundtrack (naturally) setting the scene for some serious Berkshire-pork-gyoza-and-Szechuan-wings action.
Imagine it’s late. You’re gripped by a yearning for Japanese whiskey and something umami-ish. Maybe you just need a reason to say the word “umami.” Whatever the case, you’ll come here.
Note: this works when it’s not late, too.
1) Please let this one play good hip-hop.
2) Please let this one have a high-tech Hoshizaki beer chiller that pours icy Japanese beer exactly the way God intended.
3) Please let this one have Ms. Pac-Man.
Wow, it’s like those Melmans read your mind.
Because now there’s this: Ramen-San, a new grotto of handmade noodles, cold beer, warm sake, old-school video games and other nice stuff from the Paris Club/RPM team, opening tonight.
Yes, this was the former Paris Club bar. Don’t try and envision where everything used to be; you’ll only waste valuable kimchi-and-fried-chicken-ramen-ordering time.
The place is cozy, but not tiny. There are split-timber tables, exposed brick and a hand-selected hip-hop soundtrack (naturally) setting the scene for some serious Berkshire-pork-gyoza-and-Szechuan-wings action.
Imagine it’s late. You’re gripped by a yearning for Japanese whiskey and something umami-ish. Maybe you just need a reason to say the word “umami.” Whatever the case, you’ll come here.
Note: this works when it’s not late, too.
