駆け出しデザイナー92
I decided to eat to my heart's content and hopped on the Nozomi Shinkansen. With my heart dancing and my stomach rumbling, the train sped me, or rather my appetite, to the food capital. So, I took a little detour and ended up in Hakata. A friend recommended "Hormone Hakata Spring Yoshiki's Jan Yoko," so I headed there. If Hakata is known for delicious motsunabe, then its hormone dishes must be delicious too. That's a simple equation before breakfast. Phew. There are too many types of hormones here... It's amazing. From cheese tteokgalbi to pudechige... Wait, does the name of the restaurant include the word "heaven"? First, I tried the premium tongue. Is the last name Premium and the first name Tongue? The amount of juices and flavors in this meat is beyond words. The impact I received from this at the beginning awakened my stomach completely. That's how it felt. Next up were the Wagyu harami and sagari brothers, dominating my stomach with overwhelming umami. These guys have a different upbringing. It's clear at first glance from the marbling. Apparently, Wagyu is delivered fresh daily from Kumamoto. Let me say it again. Their upbringing is different. Is this really diaphragm? The sweetness and umami that make you doubt it. It's amazing. And then, I delved into the core of hormones. The shocking tail. It appeared with the heart and was a tail that I had never seen before. There was a bone in the center, with meat attached around it. That's the tail I remember. However, is this...? Are they really cutting the meat from the bone...? Is it too much trouble? I brought the carefully grilled tail to my mouth. I was lost in the unbelievable juiciness and reflexively ordered a mega highball. My cells demanded it. Honestly, my concept of tail has changed. Gatten. The memories after that are not very clear. I only remember that the hormones brought to me were delicious. And, don't forget the sauce. The sauce with gochujang, onions, and chili peppers was the key. The acidity worked well to balance out the fat in the hormones. Were you the one helping my stomach? That's how I felt. As we reached the end, what was brought to me (I caved in and ordered it) was Pudechu Middle School's Chige Paisen. It's like pajeon. Okay, listen carefully. What happens if you eat Pudechige ramen as the finale for yakiniku? Yes, you ascend, right? This is the first ascension. The first? Fukuoka First? Coach Ideguchi----no, wait. It's amazing. You add rice, egg, and cheese to the remaining soup. Then, you wait a bit. You bring it to your mouth. Yes, the second ascension. The pinnacle of two... My stomach is about to burst... Finally, we ended with creme brulee. What I remember is that no matter which part I ate, the moment I bit into it, the juices burst out. This is a sign of freshness. I'm so satisfied that I'm worried if I can handle ramen after this. (Wait, did I end with Pudechige?)