Watch out, ramen—your days of soupy supremacy in this city are numbered. Cocoron, an excellent new restaurant whose name means "heartwarming" in Japanese, is poised to change the city's noodlescape, bringing soba into the culinary limelight. See ya, places with three-hour waits and ceaseless hype (Ippudo, cough, cough). Sure, New York already hosts a few worthy spots selling the strands—like Soba-ya, Sobakoh, and Soba Totto—but soba has never been celebrated like its cup-o-noodles cousin. Maybe because buckwheat evokes bland, hippie-commune cuisine (now there's an oxymoron!).
Japan transplants Mika Ohie and Yoshihito Kida will hopefully change that. They've brought a little piece of Tokyo to a particularly dismal stretch of Delancey Street. And the key word is little—the zenlike space holds only three tables that each seat two, while a bar overlooking the kitchen accommodates eight. But what it lacks in size, the place makes up for in flavor.
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