Note To Self, Don’t Call It Yakisoba

Stepped off a 5 hour flight from Los Angeles yesterday, dropped off our bags at the hotel and headed to the Ezogiku Ramen right behind the Hyatt Regency for a quick lunch with Chris and my little man.
It’s a cute little hole in the wall looking ramen noodle place that’s easy to walk right by and miss if you’re not the type of person who travels to eat and seeks out little hole in the wall looking places to begin with.
My son was pretty hungry after refusing to eat the airplane meal on the flight over. So given that I always like giving my 3.5 year old son a choice between two things, I asked him if he wanted the fried rice or the noodles. The conversation went something like this:
ME: Do you want the fried rice or the yakisoba noodles?
LITTLE MAN: No! I don’t want to eat YUCKY noodles
ME: Ok fine. No “yucky” noodles. Do you want rice or noodles?
LITTLE MAN: I want noodles.
WAITER: Can I take your order?
ME: (pointing at menu pictures) We’ll have the gyoza, shoyu ramen and the “fried noodles”
WAITER: You mean Yakisoba?
LITTLE MAN: No! I don’t want yucky noodles!
ME: No, I mean the “fried” noodles (pointing at pictures, giving him the “don’t call it Yakisoba” look)
WATER: Ah, ok. The fried noodles.
Anyways, another little story to throw back at my son one day when he’s a teenager and I want to embarrass him in front of all his friends.
The food hit the spot. Just what we needed after a long flight. A bowl of really awesome ramen. Here’s what we had.
Gyoza

Shoyu Ramen
Ezogiku Ramen
2420 Koa Ave. Apt 103
Honolulu, HI 96815









