The Little Tokyo branch of San Sui Tei is so new, it doesn’t even have a proper sign up yet! Perhaps rameniac should have waited for them to get settled in before writing a review, yet that bowl of spicy tonkotsu ramen looks oddly familiar…

Koraku is Los Angeles’ original late night ramen joint, perfect for that post-party slurpdown. But although ramen is considered proper hangover food in Japan, can a few beers impair one’s judgement of taste? Let’s find out!

Why is this man smiling? Simple really. It’s because he makes the best shoyu ramen in L.A. Case closed. As good as it gets, without a 10-hour plane flight across the Pacific. Where is this miracle? Wouldn’t you like to know?

Tucked away on the third floor of a Little Tokyo strip mall, Orochon Ramen could hardly seem less innocuous. But what on earth made rameniac’s sister hold her head in such agony? Grab a quart of milk and find out!

Kick things up a notch with rameniac as he samples the Chinese-influenced paiko pork cutlets and tantanmen-style noodles of Shisen Ramen in Torrance, Calfornia! Bam!

Tucked away in a desolate corner of Little Tokyo, Hanaichimonme has been quietly churning out some of the best ramen in Los Angeles for the past two decades! Do signs of life remain, in the former Yaohan Plaza?

A visit to Ramenya is like dropping in on your platonic best friend. Sure, she’s just your default when you don’t have a date to the concert, but anything can happen with a shoulder to cry on and a few bottles of biiru at the ready! Right? Right?!!

With so many assari-kei ramen shops in Southern California, how does Eboshi Noodle Bar stack up? A favorite of many Japanese ex-pats, is it better than the rest, or are you better off elsewhere?

When high-concept Chabuya opened amid promises of a “premium” ramen experience, Rameniac began stalking the place with some seriously great expectations. Do a pedigree chef, quality organic ingredients and swanky decor a perfect bowl of ramen make? Read more to find out!

Reseda, CA was the fictional home to Mr. Miyagi and Daniel LaRusso, a.k.a. Karate Kid. Would they be waxing nostalgic for Ramen Nippon, or catching flies with their chopsticks and hitting Arby’s across the street?

Takeshi Ramen is a suprising oasis of upturned parasols in suburban Glendale, CA. But Brand Boulevard is pronounced “bland” in Japanese! Can ramen survive in this corner of Los Angeles, across the street from a California Pizza Kitchen?

A cold, neo-noir vibe inhabits old Mr. Ramen. If Raymond Chandler were alive, he might well be penning novels over a half-eaten side of fried rice and a few pieces of gyoza. Get ready for the shoyu showdown in Little Tokyo!