Detour Ramen Stories〜Behind the Noren, A Bowl of Pure Bliss〜

The night air in Ginza carries a crisp, clear chill. It had been a while since the Chairman called me out, and we shared a meal at an upscale restaurant. "I don't really understand media stuff, so I'm counting on you." We clinked glasses and exchanged casual conversation over delicious food and a bit of alcohol. It was an enjoyable time, but after all, he’s someone way up in the upper management. Unconsciously, my shoulders were tense, and I found myself holding back at the dinner table. Rather than feeling full, I left with a sense that my nerves had been drained. Parting ways with the Chairman, I thought to myself, "Let's just head straight home quietly tonight," and started walking toward the station. That was when it caught my eye. A glowing sign and a shop curtain suddenly popped into view. It carried an old-fashioned, comforting charm—as if preserving the atmosphere of Showa-era Japan. Chuka Soba Kyoraku Even before stepping through the curtain, th...