One of the perks of working in downtown LA is that I get to eat at Daikokuya all the time. So much so that I've apparently become the mayor of Daikokuya on Four Square. There really isn't much that needs to be said since Daikokuya's been reviewed to death, but I will say that ramen is the perfect prescription for these windy LA days. I also think Daikokuya is better than Ippudo in NYC. So there, that's my opinion on this whole ramen thing.
You get used to staring at this sign while waiting for your name to be called.
This is where the magic happens. Just a tip, you don't want to sit here on a hot day. You'll be getting sweaty with all the heat dissipating from the fryer. No fun.
Gyozas with a generous helping of green onions. Note in the background that I can levitate things while I take pictures (+15 art of levitation skill).
What came first, the chicken or the egg? I don't care, they're both in the oyakodon.
The main reason why we come to Daikokuya: ramen, nuff said.
The garlic explains why my colleagues aren't talking to me right now. I should use more garlic, more often.
And while you're at it, why wouldn't you go to Yogurtland just down the street to grab some dessert, especially since Tokidoki's in the house.
And two random pictures of of Little Tokyo: