Hungry in Thonglor and you’re looking for something cheap and filling, where would you go? Greyhound? iBerry? No effing way, you’d go for ramen.

We recently found ourselves in that situation on Sunday wandering around Thonglor trying to decide which one of the hundred ramen shops we would walk into. While I was debating whether we should give up Japanese noodles for Italian ones instead at Scoozi we found a cute little narrow ramen hole just across the road.

Mokkori Ramen.

The dude with the hat just kept reading comics. Selfish little showoff.

Just like any other Japanese-run ramen shops in town, customers are greeted with a series of friendly high-pitched screams in Japanese that I assumed to be an aggressive Japanese-style welcome. Scared and startled, we sat down at one of their very limited number of seating right in front of the door.

The screaming Japanese dude was apparently the owner and the head chef responsible for whipping up the signature bowls.

The menu is not that impressive. Ramens, curries, and simple stir-fries like you can get anywhere else on the same strip. I settled for an egg curry with rice, while the BF went with some spicy ramen.

To be honest, we both had better. The curry is a little too sweet while the ramen’s bowl size is the only thing impressive about it. But what surprised us was the amount of customers this ramen hole is pulling.

The place is messy, hot, and crammed. There are not enough seats, 20 people max, and like I said the menu was not even big enough to make us want to come back. But while we were eating, there had to be at least 10 more people waiting to be seated. Waiting. Outside. In the drizzle.

And these people were not neighborhood Japanese expats you see slurping in Soi 33 either, these were Thonglor people: Scantily clad skanks and a suit-wearing metro man with his Chanel-carrying trophy girlfriend. They were waiting, some for a good 10-15 minutes, for a seat so they could eat here. I mean this is Thonglor. There are at the least-est 5 other ramen shops just few meters from this one that can offer the same, some even bigger menu.

We speculated that the reason why the ramen guy greeted us with such glee was because he was high on something, and that something was definitely spilled over into the food. We were expecting to crave their curry a few minutes later after finishing but that didn’t happen.

Are we too hard to please? Is there really something about that place that made everyone flock to it and we had missed? We ordered their best-sellers and we were not even close to being convinced.

Can somebody please try this place out?