I enjoy fine wine, fine women and fine ramen. But nothing quite beats the intoxicating aromas and flavors of a fine ramen, not even a Paul Masson sauvignon blanc or a Nordic blonde. Recently I ventured to Ivan Ramen on the Lower East Side. Who is this Ivan? Ivan the Jew went to Japan, learned the ancient art of ramen, and produces ramens of uncommon depth and complexity. On this most recent occasion I enjoyed the Red Chili Ramen. It's a ramen with rich chili flavor, quite spicy, but manageably so. There's a hearty porkiness to the ramen, and the noodles are ever so chewy and fresh! Eating this ramen put me in the mood, so after I poured myself a glass of cabernet and then partook in the other thing I enjoy so much.
