A roomful of (mostly young) folks contentedly wielding chopsticks and slurping noodles is proof that this California chain has found its niche in Midtown. Piping-hot brussels sprouts tempura and cold Sapporo beers got us off to a good start, but we agreed that the No. 1 ramen bowl—tonkotsu black, with a deeply rich pork bone broth, pork chashu, nori, egg, garlic oil, and fried onion—deserved top billing. A bit lighter, the No. 2 bowl, based on chicken broth, also went down easily. There are intriguing small plates, as well as free parking on the upper levels of the garage around the corner.