November 18, 2007
Love that Wagamama.
They could hang a sign, "We will phish your credit card details" and I'd still probably go in to try their noodles.
We finally got our asses down to the Harvard Square location last night. It is conveniently tucked next to a Staples, so you can buy office supplies and enjoy that Japanese ramen bar experience in one easy journey.
Anne went for Chilli Chicken Ramen. Because she likes that lip tingling sensation. Her big bowl of soup was tasty, and the wooden spoon they give you demands that you slurp like crazy! Each time she dipped in with the chopsticks she pulled out an endless amount of grilled chicken and noodles.
I went teppan style. Delicious teriyaki steak placed over soba noodles. I cleaned the plate. We also enjoyed a side of 'tori kara age'. For all I know it might be Japanese for 'pan scrapings', but the menu informs me it is chicken in a bunch of herbs and sauces.
As ever, comedic events ensued. A young couple of first timers were surprised that they had to eat in a commune style environment. "Don't you just have a table for two?" they inquired. The server did the best she could by sitting them at the window next to each other. Disappointed pulled faces and a full restaurant walk around followed before they left. I can imagine the little germaphobes yapping into their cell phones "And you have to sit next to other people." Idiots.
Cambridge being Cambridge, there was the usual smattering of uber-lib parents teaching 18 month Tarquin how to eat with chopsticks. It's important he knows the difference between Udon and Kare at an early age.
Great food and service. Will we go back? Probably in the next 48 hours!