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.
The quest to find a decent bowl of ramen in every country on earth.