When it comes to ramen, D.C. has an embarrassment of riches. With long-running noodle bars, newcomers making a name for themselves, and global chains touching down, the area has a bit of everything.
You can find abura soba in the vicinities of Takadanobaba and Waseda (in Shinjuku ward). Ignoring the rather sadistic etymology of its name (literally, “parent-child rice bowl”), oyako-don is the ...