In Cleveland I was craaaaving a big steamy bowl of noodle soup. And I don't mean a 10 cent pack of ramen. Since Cleveland's Japanese population seems to be surprisingly small (as far as I know), I made plans to get some in Chicago. The Slurping Turtle came to my rescue. It just opened a month or so ago, and the moment I saw the menu I knew that I wanted it and that it was going to be good.
The menu may look daunting, but the flavors are very traditional. We had shumai and gyoza that had little slices of pickled Japanese cucumber to garnish, which tasted just like the cucumbers with rice vinegar my mom makes in the summer. I had shoyu ramen (pictured below), and although I've never been to Japan and probably have never had real ramen, the moment I tasted it I knew it was exactly right. It was true comfort food and I can't wait to go back!
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