I’m a guy based in Singapore. Earlier this year, I got sent to New York City on a work trip for a few months.
Now I didn’t mind the occasional bowl of good ramen back in the day, but as I moved away from the sweltering tropical humidity of Singapore to the biting-cold winters of Manhattan, I found in ramen an unexpectedly comfortable refuge. The first few bowls of good ramen I had around town were just casual unthinking dinners, but then I decided to get serious. I was going to thoroughly explore what the city had to offer as its popular, late-night, pick-me-up dish. This sparked off a hunt around town (and the boroughs) for twenty-five glorious bowls of ramen.