Junk Garage

Every trip out of Japan must have a trip back in. And every new year must have its first bowl of ramen. I'm slowly making my way through all of Tokyo Ramen Street's shops, and I have half of them eternally recorded on the internet to boot. The only one after last year's Hirogao is Ikaruga, which I've eaten at the main shop of.

I've really come around on abura soba, and aptly named Junk Garage is the abura-est of all. Garlic, oil, cheese? Choose how much you want. There is no limit to what can be a topping at Junk Garage

In a weird coincidence, as I'm writing this I've realized that for the past two years, my first ramen of the year has had the word "junk" in the name. Can I do a 2014 hat trick?

Information
ジャンクガレッジ
Tōkyō-to, Chiyoda-ku, Marunouchi, １丁目９−１

The Bowl
Soak in the pre and post-mix photos; I'm getting hungry just writing about them. An egg, chashu, and some vegetables are among the toppings I remember in this mish-mash bowl. The noodles were thick and firm, and a little peppery. The sauce combination was very oily and garlicky, and had weird tastes of shoyu and cheese strewn about. And of course the chashu. That was very fatty too.

Would I Go Again?
This was my second time and I'm looking forward to my third.

Should You Go?
Yes. I've never seen an abura soba place quite like Junk Garage.