Funny, I happened on Hakata ramen purely by accident. Never knew there was such a thing until 2007.
The story goes something like this:
I had just arrived in Korea for an English teaching job - after a week settling in at my school and apartment, my boss sent me to the Korean consulate in Fukuoka, Japan for a work visa. The school provided my ticket, hotel, fees, and pocket money. My hotel was in Hakata, so after finishing my business at the consulate I went back to the hotel and took a nap. I woke up at midnight and took a stroll around the neighborhood, where I noticed small noodle restaurants everywhere. I finally picked one at random and went in, not expecting much but being absolutely blown away by the taste!
I could talk about nothing else when I got back to Korea, even frequenting restaurants that specialised in "kamjatang" or pork spine stew - which wasn't quite the same as Korean food does not usually have the subtlety of Japanese food, but it was good nonetheless.
And yes, Chicago DOES need a good ramen stand!
We also need Korean kimbap!
There is no such passion in human nature, as the passion for gravy among commercial gentlemen. (Dickens)