Because of the catchphrase "chirashi", I placed an order of their Tenchirashi Soba (S$17.80) for lunch.

When the dish is first served, I uncontrollably have to disturb that runny egg yolk, just to watch how it oozes out. And as I pick up the cold soba already dipped in soba sauce, the tempura stuff (mainly mushrooms and some small chunks of fried chicken cubes), I somehow feel that simple pleasure even though the soba sauce eventually overpowers the whole dish. Well, that's what cold sobas are supposed to be, right?