As much as I love him, my dad is a bit of a party pooper. He hates eating out and usually bitches and moans when we do go. Which makes it hard for us when we want to do anything special for him, like on his birthday. Last year I took him to Cafe Sydney and he did not like it. This year, as we reminisced about the failings of the past year, he volunteered the only thing he wants to eat is Japanese ramen. He added he doesn’t want to celebrate his birthday but he’ll go for us. Such is the selflessness of a father’s love.
So I decided to take him to Ippudo, because their soup is not too heavy, oily or salty – all the elements he is likely to complain about. Conveniently, I got to use this opportunity to try other items on Ippudo’s menu, because shamefully, although I have eaten here numerous times, I have never ordered anything else other than the shiromaru ramen. I really enjoyed their buns and seared salmon sushi. So did the old man, because at the end of the meal he said, “Ït’s quite good. I’m slowly beginning to think that ramen is better than pho.” And that, by the way, is the highest praise he has given to any restaurant.