Today my colleague R and I decided to try out Tonkotsu, a new-ish place that specialises in ramen. Ramen has become a bit of a ‘thing’ in London (I’m planning to try Bone Daddies as soon as humanly possible, to compare and contrast), and on a rather sharp wintry day, it was the perfect choice.

R, it has to be said, is probably as passionate about food as I am. She has her own blog, about burritos which is of course genius, and we were looking forward intently to our ramen rampage.

The interior is quite small and functional, with the chefs working busily in the kitchen by the exterior window, and we were sat towards the back at a longish table, sharing with two other sets of people. The menu is short-ish – they are clearly sticking to what they are good at – and while the classic Tonkotsu Ramen sounded amazing (‘Rich, sea salt-based pork stock and thin noodles topped with slices of melt-in-the-mouth pork belly, half a seasoned soft-boiled egg, menma, bean sprouts and spring onions’), I think we balked slightly at the thought that it might be a tad too salty, and went for the Tokyo Ramen (‘Soy sauce base, pork and chicken stock and medium thick noodles topped with mirin and soy marinated pork belly, half a seasoned soft-boiled egg, menma and spring onions’) instead.

Well, it was an utter joy. A joy of soy. The broth was richly flavoured, warming, comforting and basically a duvet in a bowl (though much more edible). The pork belly was delicious and melted in the mouth, while the noodles had a touch of firmness about them that made them a delight to chew. There was inevitably a lot of slurping going on, through which R and I attempted to talk about more food, but we decided to just concentrate on the task at hand and ate the whole bowlful. It made our tummies happy.