Then tonight, you’re about to meet your maker.
Kneel before Momi Ramen, a tranquil cabin in Brickell that’s serving up steaming bowls of immaculate ramen around an altar of marbled pork (more on that later), now open.
Here, let us update the Brickell skyline for you: skyscraper, skyscraper, office building, office building and this—a tiny wooden cabin with hanging plants, potted flowers and dangling Edison bulbs. Also, salty, fatty, just-the-right-amount-of-spicy, life-sustaining ramen.
Now, you’ve got options here. You could take a seat either at the counter along the wall or at the wooden communal table in the center of the action. Go communal. Once you’ve settled in, order up one (or two, we won’t judge) of their 21 bottles of sake with some gyoza dumplings. Then move on to the main event: ramen. They’ve got seven varieties on the menu, but we assume your eyes will go right to the Tan Dan Mian. That’s topped with ground pork belly and a runny, soft-boiled egg.
And in between slurps of noodles and savory broth, look up. There, directly in front of you, is a giant altar hoisting a large slab of marbled pork to the heavens.