Fantastic Ramen Inside the Loop: The Spicy Soy Milk Ramen at Kata Robata Is Utterly Divine
Photo by Mai Pham The Spicy Soy Milk Ramen is so fantastic, I've gone back four times in seven days.
There's something about the colder weather that makes me crave a hot bowl of noodle soup. There are even days when I actually don a sweater or a jacket, days that are not especially cold, but I want something warm in my belly so I pretend it is near freezing outside and prepare to eat.
That's where ramen comes in. Like everyone else in Houston, it seems, I've been bitten by the ramen bug. And ever since I had my first bowl of the Spicy Soy Milk Ramen at Kata Robata, I literally can't get enough of it.
I first tasted it during a happy hour with the women who represent byejoe, a clear white spirit made in China. On that evening, we were enjoying byejoe cocktails made by the Kata Robata team and eating an assortment of foods. I'd planned on ordering ramen, and learned that there were three from which to choose: Spicy Soy Milk, Duck Dumpling and Kata ramen (the standard ramen on offer).
Photo by Mai Pham Duck dumpling ramen.
On the recommendation of the server, I ordered the Duck Dumpling Ramen, which came in a clear duck-based broth, similar to a shoyu but with duck flavor (of course) and several gyoza-style poached dumplings stuffed with duck confit. It was very good, and would likely please any duck lover, but I was craving a creamier broth, something more akin to a tonkotsu broth.
And then my girlfriend received her bowl of Spicy Soy Milk Ramen. The rich, milky broth and red-orange spices floating at the top looked like exactly what I wanted. One spoonful confirmed it: I had to have it. "I didn't order this tonight but I tasted it and it gave me food envy!" I tweeted.
A couple of weeks later, I was back at Kata Robata with two friends. My friend Carlos had tasted the ramen broth before. David, my other friend, had not. We ordered the Spicy Soy Milk Ramen to share at the beginning of our meal, and what an impression it made. It arrived steaming hot, the aromas wafting from the bowl teeming with the promised deliciousness of what we would taste. David and I both let out involuntary exclamations of excitement, the anticipation mounting as we split up noodles and broth and the toppings into each of our respective bowls.