Having been urged to find this local temple of thukpa by the bartender at The Cafe With No Name, we decided to put our feeble disposition to one side, and head out into the swarming streets of Kathmandu, tempting fate at every crossing, witnessing the barrage of scooters and cars trying to navigate the tiny alleyways. Finally, the streets opened at a small square and up above, offering respite and recluse was Norling. Finding tables of agreeable seclusion, food was ordered, beers were opened and anticipations ran wild.
This was as close to good as we found in Kathmandu, and we tried quite a few spots. The broth was hearty and warming, and everything but the actual chicken was tasty.
The meat was fried and dry, but leaving that aside this was Kathmandu's best bowl of Thukpa.
It's often a foolish pursuit to try Japanese dishes in strange places, Kathmandu, for example. However, due to the large amount of travellers, and ex-pats, sometimes there are people who know what they are doing and make a decent living from keeping their regulars happy.
This place is not one of those.
Upon walking in you almost think you're in Shibuya at a small late-night ramen joint. There were basically only Japanese and Chinese tourists eating there while we hunted for a table away from preying eyes.
The meal came, and just by looking at it you could tell this wasn't a winner. Surprisingly enough, the broth was semi-decent with some hits of ginger that crept in through international experiments. The noodles were extremely boring and overcooked and the pork was tough and chewy. They threw in some greens for good measure and didn't know what a marinated egg was so I let that slide.
Fun to try new things, not always fun to pay for disappointing meals but it goes with the territory.
The quest to find a decent bowl of ramen in every country on earth.