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Ha Ha, Ikebukuro’s Creamy Crab Epiphany | MK Eats

  • M.R. Lucas
  • Jun 18
  • 2 min read

Updated: Aug 13

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Just west of the crowds, where Ikebukuro thins into the neon blur of backstreets—past Filipino bars, fetish clubs, and snack dens with too many pink lights for comfort—you’ll find Ha Ha, a name that sounds like a joke but serves one of Tokyo’s most sincere crab cream pastas. In a part of town where your wife might nudge you to walk a little faster, this pasta oasis waits like an open secret.


Ha Ha, where the crab cream pasta makes you go “ah-ha!”—an epiphany of crustacean cream perfection, featured in a reasonably priced lunch set. It sits unannounced on the ground floor. Five tables, one bar. No signage begging for attention. Just the smell of sauce in the air and a man behind the counter who does it all. One chef. No backup. He cooks, serves, clears, and keeps your glass full without breaking pace.


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He runs the place solo—octopus-arming every task. You toast your own bread to give him a break. Not a problem when the taste is this good. The bread acts like a wheat towel—you’ll want to use it to wipe up every last drip and morsel of cream. Fiona Apple plays overhead. Noodles like silk soak in a cream so rich it feels vaguely illegal. A cracked crab sits on top—snap it open, suck in the meat, and let the flavor deepen. Etiquette can wait. This is finger-licking good.


The master doesn’t say much, but he moves with care. Everyone gets their food. No one’s water glass stays empty. He works like someone who’s done this a thousand times and still means it. Bulbs hang from exposed wire, casting a dim light across the room. It’s not moody. It’s honest.


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The set includes salad, toast-you-make-yourself, and coffee. Sit with it. Books in plastic sleeves hang along the wall—an unspoken invitation to linger. It’s the kind of place where you can write, stare, or simply let time pass. No rush. No performance. Just good food and space to breathe.


Ha Ha doesn’t try to impress. It doesn’t need to. While other joints hide behind decor and QR menus, this place puts it all on the plate. The chef trusts the food to speak—and it does. I’ll be back.


Let MK Guide You to the Good Stuff

Let MK lead you past the pink haze of Ikebukuro’s backstreets, where jazz spills through a dim-lit pasta bar and one man works like three. Toast your own bread. Snap open the crab. Mop the bowl clean with something sacred. Let the others chase décor—this place has flavor, and that’s all it needs.

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Image Credits

  • Photo by Jake Lucas

  • Photo by Ayumi Lucas

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