Ramen... another food that is new to my palette and is as old as time to my wife's. This review is a summation of what took me a solid week to get out of my wife who is too nice to give something negative without finding the smallest compliment go with it, but who's Japanese pride eventually boils to the surface.\n\nFirst, the good!\nLocation: Easy to get to off the 215 and a small drive from the 15.\nStaff: Our waitress was attentive, friendly, and took the time to explain what was going on and made sure we had all the condiments we needed. Whenever she saw I water getting low she was quick with a refill.\nAtmosphere: Urban chic, but laid back enough to unwind. The modern upbeat Jazz music was a nice change from the norm.\n\nThe bad:\nNow, I know there is always a battle between those who hold authenticity close to their hearts and those who give leeway due to the fact that this is Las Vegas not Japan.\n\nThe wife and I ordered the Tonkatsu, I took mine regular while the wife combo'd it with gyoza and hanjuku egg. The wife's first sip of the broth was followed by a \"that's not right\" look, but being the cheerful person she is said it tasted good. Upon further hammering by me she said \"The broth is not as 'deep' as it should be.\" When I kept on asking how she stated \"There isn't that much flavor, there should be more flavor\" and that she thought she was eating miso sesame ramen, not tonkotsu. She was also put off by the sake like after taste of the hanjuku egg, void of the umami flavor she was expecting.\n\nShe summed it up by saying that she would never bring in a person from Kyushu, where tonkatsu ramen is there pride. When I asked if she would bring in another Japanese person at all she answered with a quick 'no.'\n\nWhat really highlighted how off their broth was when we made the instant tonkotsu she had in the cupboard only a few days later. After tasting that I understood how disappointed my wife was.\n\nSo, was it good soup? Yes.\nWas it proper ramen? No, no, no.