Oh my god, this is bigger than I thought it would be. Maybe I’m going to hell. Since the beginning of time,
man has looked up at the stars and wondered Is there a portion of ramen so large you could potentially die from a ramen overdose? And it seems like there is. Tucked away in Akihabara in Tokyo,
there’s a ramen shop called Yarou ramen, serving up a ridiculous portion known
only as Mega buta yarou ramen Which literally translates as Mega pork ramen. It looks like a fucking mountain, and it’s the sort of portion that could
feed a family of four, with the bowl overflowing with over a kilogram of food. Now, it’s not something I’d ever normally attempt to eat, but this is my chance at getting
revenge against my friend Natsuki. A few years ago we did the Wankosoba noodle challenge – a challenge that involves eating
as many bowls of soba noodles as possible. And he not only won, but walked away with the 10,000 yen bet we made. Wow! I have a money! Before mocking me with his questionable rendition of we are the champions. I am a champion! I am a champion! It was a bitter outcome and this is chance at redemption This is my chance at regaining my honor back. This is a chance of getting my 10,00 yen back. So let’s go to Akihabara and let’s get this shit done. No! Oh my god, this is bigger than I thought it would be. Judging by the picture I saw. We’ve got 30 minutes to eat this. And the first person to finish wins the bet. Again! Do you remember? I can get! No. This is one of the first time I’ve looked at dish
and not known where to even begin. Jungle! Like a jungle. Alright, 30 minutes. Almost straight away Natsuki and I embarked on two different strategies for tackling the mountain of ramen. He’s been eating beansprouts, I’ve been working my way through the pork. I’m trying beansprout only. Second noodle. He tends to eat fast and get full quickly
so I reckon he’ll get ahead and in about 10 minutes, I just overtake him. I saw first time noodle. He just discovered the noodles. Maybe I’m going to hell. I’m still at the beansprout stage after 15 minutes.
This is getting worrying. You can’t eat the noodles. I can’t get to the noodles ’cause there is a pile of beansprouts the size of Spain on top. He is sweating. Sweating. He’s so gone ahead so he’s taking 5 minutes rest. I’m just on holiday. Hello again pork Delirious, he’s gone delirious! Crazy thinking. I’m fucked. I’m fucked now. Noodle nightmare tonight. We’ve eating for 25 minutes. and it barely looks like I’ve even touched my bowl. That’s ridiculous. He’s not a man. Chicken boy. Very disappointed. When I said ” I’m gonna win.” I genuinely believed that,
I thought I had a chance. I thought he gets full really quickly
but he’s still eating. He really wants that money. Oh no… I’m a winner again. Again. Thank you, Jack. I am a champion! I am a champion! I don’t know what I hate more,
beansprout or you. Don’t stop. I failed….again. For fuck’s sake. It wasn’t even staged for the purpose of having some kind of narrative structure. I genuinely lost and I tried so hard. I’m not a man. I’m just… I’m just a…. chicken boy. Chicken boy… I don’t know what’s going. That was very difficult. I…don’t… What are you doing? Power! Ramen power! I don’t know what’s going on – this has suddenly got quite weird. On a scale of 1 to shit magic trick. Get out. Get out.