​Out & About #606 | Kinton Harbourfront + Koreatown Things

When Kinka first reared its head by the waterfront, most had assumed Kinton would be operating in unison.
​"December" we had been told. "The wallpaper is going up now."

​A fruitless first foray into the chain's eleventh location later, our team agreed to arrive early to beat the rush. And, as proposed, the group assembled at the ramen joint's storefront at exactly 11:27 AM. Coatless, and supposedly pitiful-looking, we were ushered inside by the staff after less than ten seconds of shivering.

The wooden tables were a familiar sight, as was the textured wall finishing. Light fixtures reminiscent of Kinka's bamboo sake were an unforeseen finish. Backless stools with bag compartments were neatly arranged at each table; a two-level coat rack stood by the entrance.

The menu was consistent with the other locations, aside from the December special of the Yamitsuki Curry-men. ​

​​Two pitchers of Sapporo were the team's original intentions, but upon being informed of their establishment's lack of a liquor license, soft drinks and ice water were requested instead.

​Shortly after orders were placed, a basket of lightly salted edamame was circulated about the table. This straw basket didn't succeed in making a second round, however, as a member at the far end opted to devour its contents in place of the Chicken ramen he inadequately chose.

​Our party was mighty fond of their picks - be it the Original or Spicy Garlic. My own Karaage Pork was undeniably rich, resulting in feelings of satiation well beyond the seven-hour mark. A composition devoid of eggs, chashu, and veggies of any sort, the there was little substance beyond the thin noodles and crispy fried chicken morsels.

​Individual washroom stalls were found towards the back of the eatery, past the fume-filled open kitchen. Such spaces were stocked with sufficient toiletries and satisfactorily maintained.

​My lasting words of advice: Arrive early to ensure seating, and brace yourself to withdraw with oil-scented fibres.

A rapid turn of events enabled an impromptu karaoke session in Koreatown.

​The session was characterized by 90s pop classics complemented by new introductions of the past decade, then succeeded by good ol' Kevin's Taiyaki (and LINE Friends!).

Later onwards marked the discovery of new Annex outposts: Gyugyuya had opened up shop not far from Mr. Tonkatsu, while Cuppa had launched a more pristine rendition of their popular spot on Carlton.

​A single Honey Ginger Longan Red Date beverage was somehow tied to a twenty-two minute wait. Wi-Fi was present, and, thankfully, so was a bathroom.

​Spicy yet soothing, the drink boasted depth and unexpectedly robust flavour. By no means was the tardiness warranted, though the staff were kind enough to offer egg waffle bites as a form of apology. The circular specimens were tasty albeit a tad soggy.

​A Snoopy sighting and we were en route back home for the evening.