The red lights were burning a harsh glow on the futurist artwork of a woman with a couple of egg-yolks in her hair, those 2-D eyes beckoning me to come and sit in her patio for a few minutes. Once inside the gate, I noticed a few kids in neon jackets parking their e-scooters, sadly, resembling some gentrified form of Neo-Tokyo.
It’s kinda worse, actually: it’s the Plaza District. My recent desperation for different soups and stews to sample around town has taken me to many places—some areas I usually avoid more than others, this popular district being one of them. Still, I’ve heard pretty good things about the noodle-heavy brews at Gorō Ramen, 1634 N. Blackwelder Ave., Suite #102, from people who I usually trust, such as my doctor and lawyer...