Whilst the ramen was boing-boing springy and maintained its individual integrity without forming clumpy cliques and the tonkotsu broth was clean and light yet marvellously robust, the tired pork slices were so pedestrian that a zebra crossing should be created for their benefit and the Level 3 spiciness (first timers are advised to go for Half) was more spark than incinerator, merely causing an inoffensive tongue tingle. Still, undeniably comforting and glorious.