Ian Anderson 5 p.m., Oct. 23
Rakiraki brings ramen burgers to San Diego!
But don't rush out to stand in line for one.
Ramen burgers are taking the world by storm!
At least, that’s what the bloggers and foodie pundits--who thrive on buzzworthy stories about food crazes and celebrity chefs--would have you think. To hear them tell it, the ramen burger will bump the cronut from its pedestal and irrevocably change the way we think about noodles.
For better or worse, people are lining up for the burgers, iterations of which can only agree that the bun be made of compressed ramen noodles. The patties and toppings, on the other hand, differ depending on who’s cooking. Here in San Diego, Rakiraki (4646 Convoy Street #102-A, 858-573-2400) is the spot for ramen burgers. “That place with the chicken stock ramen” leapt at the opportunity to capitalize on the ramen burger craze, creating a “signature” patty that incorporates, you guessed it, chicken!
Trapped between two ramen “buns” and a wrapping of lettuce, Rakiraki’s take on the ramen burger uses all kinds of chicken parts, a handful of mushrooms, and some secret herbs and spices compressed into a beige patty. It starts at $8.75 and comes with sweet potato fries.
Worth waiting for?
Here’s the big problem, right out front. The thing disintegrates after the first bite. That’s not unique to Rakiraki, either, at least not according to what the internet has to say. The thought of standing on a sidewalk and trying to eat a ramen burger while significantly buzzed (which is a popular “origin” story for how the damn thing came about in the first place) is a total turn off. It goes beyond messy, passes through frustrating, and ends up in Bill Murray meme territory.
As far as the actual flavor is concerned, it needed salt. Also, a lot of people aren’t going to like the little chunks of chewy chicken cartilage that lurk within the patty, waiting to surprise you with a balut-like crunch of semi-ossified bone. Rakiraki’s Sriracha spicy mayo, on the other hand, is flawless on top of a sweet potato fry.
Sometimes, when chefs get drunk together--or more likely by themselves--they do...things...in the kitchen that shouldn’t be repeated. That has to be how the ramen burger came about. Vice’s “Munchies” episode sure supports the idea. Turning ramen noodles into a burger bun sounds so smart to the inebriated mind, but it should be more like sitting next to a beautiful girl on the plane: you get to enjoy in passing, but that “good-bye” is final, and you don’t have a future together. Letting go of elaborate fantasies, like marrying the beautiful girl on the plane and living happily ever after, or showing the world the “glory” of ramen noodle burger buns, is an important skill to cultivate. Faulkner advised writers to “kill your darlings.” Somebody should drop a similar nugget of wisdom on self-indulgent chefs.