Hours
| Friday | 11 AM–10 PM |
| Saturday | 11 AM–10 PM |
| Sunday | Closed |
| Monday | 11 AM–9:30 PM |
| Tuesday | 11 AM–9:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 11 AM–9:30 PM |
| Thursday | 11 AM–9:30 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 141 E Main St, North Manchester, IN 46962
Phone: (260) 867-2077
Website: https://www.koijapanin.com/
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The teriyaki chicken bento box came with so much food! The teriyaki chicken, rice, 6 california rolls, two fried pot stickers, one spring roll and soup or salad. It was all great!
We also got the shrimp yaki soba. Lots of big shrimps.
Everything was flavorful and there was so much we had food to take home.
If you happen to be near North Manchester I highly recommend Koi Japan.
Well butter my biscuit and call me cultured — I done et raw fish and liked it.
Me and the missus done rolled up into this fancy-lookin’ place called Koi Japan, figurin’ we’d give this “soo-shee” and “rah-men” a whirl since cousin Earl said it weren’t nothin’ like gas station sushi (he had worms for three weeks, bless him).
We walk in, and lemme tell ya — it smelled like clean fish and magic. Real nice folks greetered us and sat us down quicker’n a possum on a hot skillet. I told the waiter I wanted “the stuff that don’t need fryin’,” and next thing I know I got me a big ol’ plate of what looked like colorful minnows rolled up in rice blankets.
I was skeptical. Raw fish ain’t somethin’ we mess with back home unless it’s bait. But I popped that lil’ roll in my mouth and Lord have mercy, it was like my taste buds done got baptized in umami and delivered to flavor heaven by a soy sauce angel ridin’ a wasabi cloud.
And the rah-men? Good gravy. I always thought ramen was them 50-cent bricks you boil when the paycheck’s late. This here was different. The broth was deeper than Uncle Jed’s moonshine cave and twice as intoxicatin’. Had some pork belly in it so tender it made me wanna call my mama and apologize for ever sayin’ she made good stew.
Noodles were springier than cousin Jethro’s trampoline accident, and the egg? It was like a soft, buttery hug from a chicken with a culinary degree.
Only complaint? I didn’t know what nothin’ was called, so I just pointed at stuff like a confused raccoon in a vending machine. But they was patient and didn’t laugh too loud.
Would I go back? Shoot yeah. I’d drive my pickup backwards through a tornado just to slurp that broth again. If you ain’t been to Koi Japan, you’re missin’ out on the fanciest feedin’ frenzy this side of Tokyo or Tallahassee.
Five outta five possums.