My wife told me about how she bumped into & chatted with the younger of the two gentlemen found behind the sushi bar at Ginza while on the bus yesterday, which reminded me that I had wanted to post about our most recent visit.
Early last week, after picking my wife up from the train station after my week-and-a-half of bachelorhood, the first thing she said was "I'm hungry", to which I replied "Well, there's no food at home". The first thing we both suggested was Ginza, and both were in the mood for a hot steaming bowl of something soup-like.
We started with an order of yakitori, three skewers of dark meat chicken served with a very tasty tare sauce. The chicken itself was tender and juicy, with the perfect amount of fattiness, and had a bit of nice char to it. My only complaint is that I could have easily eaten all three skewers myself, and instead had to share them.
My wife had the
tempura udon:

The broth was subtle & mild (as it's meant to be), the noodles hearty and cooked just past al denté, and the tempura generous in size and very well cooked...all in all, this was a very nice dish.
My (sadly unphotogenic)
tonkotsu ramen, on the other hand:

This was a big, bold, hearty bowl of soup. The broth had a velvety, rich texture and was satisfyingly salty & meaty, the noodles had a very, very slightly coarse texture (which I really enjoyed), the kamaboko slices were present & accounted for (and not really notable, as is generally the case with kamaboko), and the pork was, as mentioned upthread, deliciously porky and tender. After having a taste, my wife declared that this is what she would order next time.
Prior to this, the only ramen I'd ever had came in the form of a brick of noodles & a "flavor packet" and was generally eaten from a bowl "borrowed" from the dorm cafeteria while sitting on a bean bag, so I'm in no position to say whether or not the tonkotsu ramen at Ginza is fully "authentic", but it is one damn good bowl of soup that I would go back for in an instant. In fact, just thinking of it makes me think I know what I'm having for lunch tomorrow...I kinda hope it's cold & dreary, so I can walk out of Ginza feeling warm & rejuvenated, and people can stare at me and wonder to themselves, "this weather's crap - what's that guy so happy about?"