Oiistar

Long, blond wood bar; small, rectangular menu card; concise booze lineup; pork belly buns; pork-packed ramen crowned with an oozing soft-boiled egg. If this Wicker Park ramen joint were channeling New York’s Momofuku any more, Dave Chang himself might serve a cease and desist. We hope he doesn’t, because while Oiistar might never incite the mania of the hipster ramen spots before it, we appreciate it as an option for a solid bowl of noodles, great garlicky fried chicken slathered with sesame soy and muddled cucumber mojitos so tasty we almost don’t mind that they’re served in stemmed mason jars.