MONTA – Magnificent Ramen
If you’re a lover of great ramen noodles — and let’s face it who isn’t? — then you need to run (not walk) to Monta immediately.
ELV would like to take credit for discovering this little slice of Osaka on west Spring Mountain Road, but truth be told, Slapsie Maxie got there first.
He told us they were the best ramen noodles he had ever eaten in the states, and after one slurp we knew what he was talking about.
Our miso ramen was thick, nutty and slightly sweet, and topped with two pieces of melt-in-your-mouth roasted pork that had us dropping our chopsticks in appreciation.
A bit lighter was the tonkotsu (pork bone) ramen in a white broth of bracing intensity.
This is ramen like you’ve never had food fans. This is the real deal….like we can only imagine it tastes in Tokyo.
You know a place is doing something special when it has the confidence to put only three main items on its menu. You garnish those with everything from kim chee to shredded green onions, but the main events are treasures unto themselves.
If you crave something else, the gyoza are top drawer too, as is a little bowl of mini-“mentaiko” — warm rice topped with shredded dried kelp (kombu) and fish eggs.
Only a door down from Raku, we at ELV predict this little slice of a shitty shopping center will soon become a Japanese mecca. In a tiny way, one bowl at a time, it’s helping to continue what Mitsuo Endo started: turning Las Vegas from a overpriced restaurant town into a real food town.
It would help, of course, if they got their air conditioning working, but regardless, the broths and noodles and toppings are so pristine here (and so rich and sharply flavored), we have confidence our little food revolution is continuing.
As evidenced by a tiny noodle shop in a run down shopping center…
Go figure…and god bless the Japanese* for now bringing two slices of their culinary world into ours.
5030 Spring Mountain Road
Las Vegas, NV 89146
(ELV can find no listing for this place. (How very Japanese of them!) Go to Raku, park, and look to your right.)
* ELV cannot write such things without remembering his Dad — Anthony John (Cutsumpas) Curtas (1926-2006) — who might have taken issue with such words, mainly because he was on this ship, on January 21,1945, when ancestors of said tribe were trying to kill him.