Walking into Ramenownia feels like stepping onto the set of Blade Runner: glowing neon tubes hum overhead, painting the room in cinematic light. But there’s nothing dystopian about the mood—within minutes, the staff feel like long-lost friends, ushering you into a world where ramen is religion.

The bowls here are big-hearted, deeply aromatic, and built with a sense of play. Miso ramen comes on strong, bold and savory, while the spicy miso has just enough fire to remind you winter is still out there. Tantanmen packs a nutty punch, and the mayu tonkotsu, with its whisper of black garlic, borders on addictive.

It’s not all perfect—sometimes the seasoning can lean salty—but that hardly matters when you’re slurping through broth this comforting. And don’t skip the melon soda float: a fluorescent, fizzy miracle you didn’t know you needed.