Life is Good

Chiba, Japan -

My wife, daughter and I live in a small, sleepy seaside community of surfers about an hour by express train outside of Tokyo. Most of the houses around us are an odd mix of weekend Architectural Digest-type getaways for upscale Tokyo-ites or spare apartment complexes for downscale surf bums. There's not much to do here, no social scene to speak of and my communication skills remain inferior but living and working in Japan for over 4 years now, I often like to try a regrettably unoriginal yet nevertheless fail-safe icebreaker whenever I'm stuck in a conversational cluster and we've unexpectedly arrived at one of those vaguely uncomfortable yet always lurking impasses that are unfortunately familiar to any cross-cultural wanderer anywhere. I ask-

If you could choose only one meal to bring with you to a desert island, what would you choose?

I like to think of this as an especially surefire spark in a sometimes reserved society that tends to discourage spontaneous social combustion in favor of a somewhat more controlled slow roast of comfortable, evenly distributed warmth and a more strictly scheduled, temperate enjoyment of same by one and all, in their turn and according to the parameters of the shared setting. Westerners, I suppose, generally consider the Japanese as a sort of single, like-minded entity moving in an unfathomable (at least to us) direction all their own and after 4 years I both understand why we trust in this stereotype and also can see through it into a vastly complex society of individuals whose layers of social interactions and labyrinth of responsibilities I can occasionally identify correctly then adjust to clumsily, but which I, instead, still most often willingly surrender my understanding to at the doorstep of their hospitality and near infinite patience.

But the food question rarely fails me.

The reason being that the one consistent universal I do find true in this land of plenty is the unabashed, unashamed, absolutely open and near decadent daily celebration of all things edible and everything culinary.

Please imagine for a moment, my Western Friends, the most dedicated foodie you know and love.
Got 'em? Good.
Now multiply that persons passion for their daily banquet by a factor of 5 or perhaps 10 and you're looking at the average Japanese citizen.
Yes, from the growing, harvesting, catching or sacrificing of their bounty to the intensely serious preparation to the lovingly meticulous presentation and incredibly gracious serving all the way to the near delirium of the actual ravenous partaking of their daily feast the Japanese, perhaps living up to another western stereotype, take their love of and devotion to food in all its many forms and combinations and transform that ardor, as is their way in other enterprises, into a vigorous epicurean industry of shameless obsession and evident satisfaction that simply cannot be rivaled in its passionate intensity or constant, compulsive focus by those even slightly less willing to sacrifice their energies to the Gods of Gastronomy.

Yet the desert island question often illicits some decidedly surprising responses from this Nation of severe Samurai chefs and determined, demanding diners.

“I'd take some onigiri (riceballs).” I'll very often hear with the reserved tone of one whose decision is absolutely final and, more importantly, correct.

Now onigiri does come in a variety of flavors and you can, and they do, add a list of ingredients to the basic snack ranging from meat to fish to vegetable stuffings with a few different condiments also commonly available but at its heart and the most popular type, to be found at any and every picnic, most lunch boxes or hurriedly purchased when seeking to quickly stave off hunger while on the run, is the simple, classic, tennis ball-sized, triangular-shaped, plain lump of sticky white rice wrapped in an edible, paper-thin, salty seaweed.
I can, now, faithfully attest to its functional utility (child-like fun to unwrap from its plastic preserver), its tactile wonder (a pleasantly reassuring weight with a very slightly tacky skin) and the absolute triumph of its modest purpose (it subtly satisfies both empty stomachs and neglected taste buds).
Yet in my first week when I made my initial taste-test of this Japanese staple it was to less-than-rave review.
This cheap little bundle that fit so easily into the palm of my hand was just so visually plain to my eye, so bland to my taste, so.....so............well................small.
How can this.....this insignificant morsel, this soft, squishy rice mash, you know..... work?

It took me awhile to appreciate the almost elegant simplicity and blissfully comforting convenience of this reassuring mini-meal but time and perseverance were, luckily, on my side. For my Native Friends it was certainly a different story.
They had, to a man and woman, grown up happily toting these gleaming white fistfuls of nutrition to school confident in their delicious delivery from the pangs of hunger, had eagerly devoured them while cramming for exams to sustain them through the long night, had religiously packed them with ease and pleasure for road trips and holidays and dutifully carried them to their workplaces in case of lunchtime emergency.
As simple everyday food items go, these sparkling stars of goodness were near sacred in their talismanic power to quell your hunger as they fortified your strength for all of life's battles which were sure to come.

Then last week one arrived.
The earth shook with a force to strain skyscrapers and when it settled a suddenly ominous ocean reared back and slapped at the land sweeping highways, houses, trucks, cars and concrete barriers away like toothpicks scattered across a linoleum floor.
Frail bodies of flesh and bone didn't count in this violent equation of Mother Natures fury as those that remained unconsciously prayed for relief even as they realistically braced for further loss.
I cowered with them in breathless anxiety and fearful anticipation of the earth's primal and heedless wrath.

The sea had broken open the best and worst that we had built and the most that we needed. There was no rest to be found and our errors multiplied as the rubble settled and the digging began.
Days crawled by and the land we stood on continued to bide the time before, once again and then again, rocking us to our knees just as we thought it might be safe to exhale and regroup.

Yes, it was We now.

The day after the big one I got on my bike and pedaled around the neighborhood to assess the damage and gauge our options.
I had already heard reports of gai-jan fleeing Tokyo by the thousands and native Tokyo-ites frantically rushing to the south and west and, it was believed, safety. In the days to come there was multiple reactor failures in Fukushima (about 170 miles away) and the emergency crews sent to the rescue seemed clearly overwhelmed and frighteningly unprepared. Video footage of the carnage to the North and the eerily quiet, empty streets of the capitol played repeatedly on every now 24 hour news cycle on all channels and did nothing to calm the fears that were flaring all around us.
As the multiple disasters worsened friends and family from home frantically facebooked me to-


But as I rode my bicycle that day I witnessed sights that didn't fit this fractured frame.

My sparsely populated, weekend vacation neighborhood next to the ocean had clearly dodged a bullet. While we and 5 or 6 dozen of our neighbors had spent a few hours in an evac center the night before now the streets I pedaled along were, once again, calm, clean and mostly empty. There was some minor flooding near a river inlet about 10 minutes from our door and as I pedaled past the ramen shop we'd often visited I saw the Oba-san (Old Lady) who cheerfully ran the place sweeping out some debris and carefully asked her if they were alright.
She smiled brightly and heartily informed me that all was well, no problem. Her stout and fearsome looking husband/Ramen Master waved and smiled (the first time I'd ever seen him do so) also as I pedaled away to witness similar scenes throughout our area.
Old Grandmothers cleaning and gardening, children on break from school helping out, housewives walking their dogs, construction workers working and as I passed I saw cars parked along the beach (as I usually do) with their drivers watching the waves come and go.
OK, I thought, now for the true test.

Like many a seaside suburb we have our share of restaurants, surf shops and cafes here and there but these mostly close early and the true focal point of the area becomes the local Family Mart convenience store.
Brightly lit 24/7 and 365 it attracts the odd hour shoppers, the hungry truckers, the weekend surfers and the few neighborhood school kids from all around. There really isn't much of anything else open at night and I sometimes frequent it just as an excuse to stretch my legs and take the night air.
Spotlessly clean and staffed by an array of enthusiastic, energetic teens and twentysomethings it is generally a mild pleasure to visit with one corner of its space (as in all japanese Konbinis) faithfully dedicated to a smart display of rows upon rows of fresh onigiri in all their unassuming glory.
But on this day the store gave every appearance of having been emptied in a hurry.

Not looted exactly, because there were still the sundry junk items familiar to any convenience anywhere, make-up and magazines, plastic toys and styrofoam coolers, candy and chewing gum and surprisingly, at least to me, there was plenty of beer, wine and cigarettes but as to any real food of any type...nothing.
Most shockingly of all the onigiri display was picked absolutely clean and scotch-taped to the front was a hasty, handwritten, sad little sign apologizing and asking for patience with the resupply.
The 2 girl day staff, usually so bright, vivacious and eager, seemed dejected and embarrassed as I walked out empty-handed.
They weren't the only ones.

The days that followed were filled with eruptions from the earth of diminishing intensity but equilibrium shattering regularity. The news from the North spiraled downward as a wounded nuclear giant loomed over us all. Embassies emptied, train service stopped, rolling blackouts commenced and the shelves remained as barren as our forecast of the future as we hung on and hoped for a break.
Yet each day I saw Grandma's gardening, housewives strolling, workers working, children playing and the Ramen shop was open for business. The mail was delivered, garbage hauled away and the blackouts weren't all that difficult of an adjustment.

Then yesterday I walked over to the Konbini for the exercise and just to look around and there it was.
The onigiri corner wasn't fully stocked but there was a selection with plenty to choose from and the sad little sign was gone. Maybe it was me but even the girls looked happier and more confident.

If asked to describe me at a glance most people might use words like- stern, somber and stoic and although I myself might laugh at that appraisal perhaps they'd be more right than wrong.

But standing there in that store I felt like bursting into song and dancing down the aisles.

There was onigiri and that was enough.
We had food, we had life and right there neatly stacked on that convenience store shelf was all the proof I needed.

Like everyone around me, I don't know what going to happen in the days to come and I'm not at all sure what the right thing to do is or even if there is a right thing to do. The foreigners who fled to their homes seem prudent and I know that my friends and family mean well with their understandably panicky admonitions to run.
But my neighbors are still here and I suspect that many don't have anyplace to run to nor any desire to do so.
They're home.

For now, and the fragile land beneath us continues to assure us that this is all we have, so are we.
The mail is delivered, garbage hauled away, children are playing and grandmothers smiling.
There's onigiri on the shelves so I am too.
posted by Billy at 17:47 | Kyoto (Japan)



Well Sports Fans, I woke up this lovely Chiba Sunday to discover that some of the best Surfers in the world had decided to use my backyard for their playground.
The Event?

The Billabong Tsurigasaki Pro Surfing Championship


So I shoved some eggs in my face, whipped up a thermos full of hot Joe, jammed my camera in my pocket and hustled over to my neighborhood Beach to catch the action and there was no shortage of it.
Damn fine of those Surfer Boys to share their skills with the Locals and mad S-K-I-L-L-S were indeed required in order to be out on the water today because the surf was rough, unpredictable, uncooperative and sometimes downright nasty so hats off to everyone who braved the waves, fought the tide and rode the ride!

A damn near typhoon had blown past the day before and consequently come Showtime the surf was still stirred up and ready to rumble but the Men from OZ were more than equal to the task (placing 3 of the 4 finalists although American Surfer Edrick Baldwin made a heroic effort in the quarters and semis) before Aussie SurfStud Davey Cathel finally took home the trophy and the sweet $12.000 that went with it.

I don't know much about Surfing.....
but Brothers and Sisters, I'd say everybody on a board earned it today.

Arigato and Omedeto to the Australians and all those riders of the wild waves!

posted by Billy at 17:15 | Kyoto (Japan)


Mo' Chiba!

Well Faithful Readers (all 3 of Us) it has been said that all good things must come to an end and so, adhering to that ancient wisdom, last week I bid a bittersweet farewell to K-Town and everyone in its confines then hit the road (actually boarded the Shinkansen) and made haste to the Land of CHIBA!

Why, you're probably not asking?

What are you a f*****g Detective?

CHIBA, Baby c'mon.......just say it 5 times fast and it makes sense, hell it rolls off your tongue like ice cream and bounces past your lips like a juicy burst of deliciousness & Love!


YOU know what you're feeling, I know what you're feeling, it's all good and you know you want some...ne.

Anyway the new HQ is ever so slowly organizing with all hands on deck reporting for Duty thus I thought that for today, in the midst of the chaos, I'd just share a quick vid of the new Neighborhood and some of my new Mr. Rogers neighbors so I walked 7 mins from my door, reached into my pocket and shot this.

Not quite Kyoto anymore Boys & Girls but.......

Once more into the breech!
(or should that be "beach")?

Anyway, you're there, I'm here, surf's up and the breezes are CHILLY.

Come on Up!


posted by Billy at 18:07 | Kyoto (Japan)


Beer Garden Anyone?

Yes, K-Town is currently in the grips of its typical sweltering Summer Heatwave (A/C's pumping non-stop, folding fans swinging everywhere, towels preferred choice of male headgear, etc.)
so on Sat. night Team Kyoto joined a rowdy crew of coolbreeze surfers/Brew aficionados and rode that heatwave into-

The Shin Hankyu Hotel Beer Garden


You want convenient Location? OK.
Locate Kyoto Station, go to the Central exit closest to the Buses, lift your head up then look across the street to the left of Kyoto Tower.
Walk across the street and in about 30 seconds, congratulations 'cuz you're there!

We bumrushed the joint with a gang of 20 on Saturday and if you decide to visit on weekends reservations are highly recommended as our Crew had made them well in advance yet still encountered an annoying redtape delay at the rooftop entrance as the somewhat overwhelmed seating coordinator struggled to get his bearings while scores of thirsty customers with cash in hand waited patiently in an uncomfortably sweaty bottleneck before Mr. Magoo finally got in the game and got the line moving.
(Don't know why but we can't blame this one on the language barrier as I was the one and only non-Japanese on the roof)

(if you made it this far...you're IN)

But onto the Good News which was very, very Swell-


The Grub was fresh, abundant, tasty and, of course, All-You-Can-Eat!
And eat we did.


The Beer was draft and icy-cold delicious and the good people at Hankyu were also serving just about any Adult Beverage your little heart could desire-

(My man Sang at the wheel and in control)

Chu-Hi, shochu. wine, whiskey, if you wanted to drink it, they had it and served it up CHILLY!

(your humble reporter engaged in diligent research)

While the rooftop space may not be anything to write home about, the all-natural, beautifully cool and satisfying breezes blowing through the smiling faces on Sat Night must surely have been sent by the Weather Gods and a more relaxed, satisfied and blissful crowd would've been difficult to find outside of your bedroom.

(Gangtas talkin' Gangsta Shit)

Hankyu has a sliding scale for the Garden so we paid 3900yen for the evenings festivities but all-in-all I'd consider it a K-Town bargain and I'm damn sure everyone else did too and while we had the slight delay to begin, closing time was handled graciously as everyone drank leaisurely past 10 then filed out in a relaxed, happy fashion. having ate and drunk their fill and laughed away the heat.

Beer, Booze, Eats and Lively Vibes.....

Go get you some!

posted by Billy at 12:38 | Kyoto (Japan)


Another Day at the Beach...

Well, sorry K-Fans but President Obama (my fellow Yankees may refer to him as the ObamaLama*) recently got me on the horn and requested that Team Kyoto jet down Okinawa way to assist in any way possible in alleviating any lingering tensions that may yet exist between our 2 great Nations.
(You may or may not have heard but due to reasons both historical and present-day, it appears that certain Americans in Uniform are much less than welcome on the Island)

So our elite Team of Negotiaters flew down to shake hand, slap backs, pour drinks and smooth any ruffled feathers but I'll be damned if we could make any headway despite, or perhaps because of, our best efforts so we got tired of banging our heads against the wall and decided instead to hit the Beach!


Sure The Prez was less than pleased to hear the news but he's just so damn cool he took it in stride and assured me he wouldn't hold it against us.

At least I think he did.....

We frolicked, snorkeled, bodysurfed and generally made merry before repairing to some of OkiWowa's finest Izakayas and downing heroic amounts of Orion beer and Awamori shochu.

We also motored over to a tiny spit of sand off the shore for some private beach time.


This is the Big Island from there.


What can I say.....
If you can't have fun over there...

Check your pulse 'cuz you may be dead.

And I also got to meet

The Girl from Okinawa!

dee de dee, dee deee de dee dee de, dee dedee,,,c'mon you know the song.

All's well that ends well!

posted by Billy at 13:07 | Kyoto (Japan)


Mt. Ibuki...Suki!

Well last Monday was an absolutely glorious Summer Day around these parts and it also happened to be one of many unique National Holidays in J-Land- Ocean Day!

So what did our Elite Trio of Kyoto Kommandos decide to do for this salty Sea celebration?

Why...climb a Mountain, of course.
Specifically this one.

(a view from the road)

This is Mt. Ibuki (Ibukiyama to you) and for the uninformed this intimidating cloudbuster, topping off at 1377m, is the highest peak in the Kansai area and an inviting challenge for local hikers and outdoorsmen of all ages, genders and stripes and last holiday Monday with its spectacular weather surely brought out some of the best.
If you Happy Travellers out there happen to be feeling fresh, strong and in need of some clean, cool mountain air to go along with some very, very vigorous exercise then look no further. About an hour from Kyoto by train and bus (we roadtripped in our hi-tech Kommandomobile) it's always best to start at the beginning and this is it.


Pleasant, smallish, traditional and unassuming this peaceful welcome to your climb will doubtless add a smile to your pack and a bounce to your stride.
Our Crew met a group of Seniors here who were full of good cheer and words of encouragement as we said goodbye then bent our backs into the trail, bursting with enthusiasm and pumping energy along with our elbows.

About 90 mins, later we straggled, weary and ready to drop, at what, for my money, was the real beginning of the hike so if you've made it here.......
you've just begun, my Friend!


Yea it says 880m which surely is more than halfway there, but as we dropped our packs, chugged our water and collapsed at the rest stop we were forced to crane our necks up and squint our eyes as we attempted to locate the the teeny, tiny specks of humanity that were our fellow climbers nearing the peak.
I realized at this point that what we had done so far was simply a lovely uphill stroll in the forest compared with what we had in front our our rapidly sobering, novice faces and feet.

But we soldiered on (along with everyone else) and tackled the more challenging 2nd half of the hill (while enjoying copious water breaks) before fighting our way up the most challenging final steep, harsh, rocky, rocky path to the finish line.
Did I just type soldiered, tackled and fighting?
I meant- wheezed, hung on, and struggling.

(the previous pic was looking up, this is looking straight down at where we were)

So as we gratefully, finally, after around 3 and 1/2 hrs of pleasure/pain, reached the peak, this being J-Land, what were we greeted by you may not be asking?

Why, mobs of tourists, crowds of sight-seers, clusters of food stands, beer stalls and souvenier shops and all manner of J-Land Holiday thrill seekers of course.
Well, to go along with a grand panoramic view of Lake Biwa and all of Kansai!

(if you look reeeaaaal close you can see my house)

And the Ice Cream was DeeeeeeLiiiiiCiousssssss!

Turns out you can take the back door and actually drive all the way to the top, park in the spacious parking lot then stroll around at your leisure and snap photos with your friends family, GF's, BF's or perfect strangers.

Who knew?


We got down in around 2 plus tough hours but along the way we spotted a group of guys who had figured out the best way to get down the Hill!


Mountain breezes just don't get any cooler than that and they got skiing in the winter too!

posted by Billy at 15:40 | Kyoto (Japan)


Love Shack, Bay-a-Beeee!

Yes, it's hot, it's steamy, sultry, sweaty so you must be in the mood for.....


So in our continuous quest to locate the Perfect Palace of Passion, Team Kyoto recently stumbled across-



Basically directly North of Sanjo and due East of Shirakawa this somewhat upscale rendezvous make take a few minutes of twists and turns and a false start or two before you actually arrive on its private, somewhat secluded shores but will likely be just what your Doctor ordered at a price that is proper for your whopper.
She will undoubtably feel relaxed, refreshed and pleasantly pleased by Sari's comfortable yet refined elegance and You will certainly enjoy the relative splendor of the Hotel's almost luxurious beds set inside their mostly spacious, tastefully decorated rooms allowing maximum freedom and plenty of space to stretch out after you two do the voodoo that you do so well.

One very special attraction for you TV Fans-
The Hotel offers the standard list of J-Land AV (Adult Video) Channels (in case you lack creativity or just need a breather) but also provides the intriguing bonus of an all Jules Jordan Channel!
For those in the dark J. Jordan is an All-American Porn Producer(and sometimes Performer) and, in our Research Team's humble opinion, his production Company currently makes the very highest quality Entertainment available in today's, admittedly shallow, ocean of Adult Spice.
Gonzo (no storylines), Natural lighting, Fun Fetish Gear, Beeyooooteeful Girls, and good, clean (dirty?) All-American Fun are the ingredients in the Jordan oeuvre and they consistently deliver the Baddest of Bads that ought to put at least some ideas into your naughty little minds and some spark into your.....hearts.


Don't know how or why the Management at Sari choose this channel for your particular pleasure but, WELL DONE Sirs!


The Hotel also has a fairly extensive Menu and they will deliver to your doorstep promptly but I might suggest enjoying your Dinner before you arrive as the food is average in every way.
It won't knock the smile off your face but.....why take chances.

I you happen to be driving they offer a spacious, free-of-charge parking lot and if you're hiking they have three (3) convenient, and very private, entrances.

Beat that Heat with some of your own Boom-Boom!

Summer.....Love, it doesn't get any better.

posted by Billy at 14:15 | Kyoto (Japan)


You Gotta BELIEVE!


The Boys in Samurai Blue showed up in South Africa last night (early morning) and took it to a feisty Denmark squad with passion, precision, guts and with the Chance to Advance on the line.

Well.......Welcome to the Round of Sweet 16 my J-Land Friends, Neighbors and Futbol Aficionados!

The final tally was 3-1 and it was worth every scintillating minute of it (and I, like many around these parts, woke up at 3:30 in the AM to watch the contest so this time I know whereof I speak) as Team Japan outhustled, outworked and ultimately decisively outplayed a huge, physical Denmark Side that was determined to put the muscle on the smaller J-Squad.
Yea, you can measure Size and calculate Skill but you can't quantify Heart and the Men from Japan proved last night that the best things came in the smaller packages.

Suicide Blonde Keisuke Honda was undoubtabley the Man-of-the-Match as he started off the party by absolutely nailing a confident freekick (from 37m out) and went on to be a constant thorn in the Denmark side, consistently breaking loose and wreaking havoc around their goal.

But there were no shortage of Heroes on that chilly night in Cape Town-

Yasuhito Endo made it 2-Nil with a brilliant strike of his own and Shinji Okazaki finished the scoring (with a nifty assist from Honda-san) with a crucial 87th minute insurance goal and final dagger to send the Denmarkers back home, 3-1.
Last and definitely not least, Eiji Kawashima was a Madman in goal and ferociously stoned a dangerous Denmark offense time and again frustrating the Men-in-Red and giving his Boys the rock-solid back-up they needed to go along with all the confidence they wanted.

C'mon my J-Land, K-Town Friends.....A little LOVE...at last?

Tues Night. Bring on Paraguay!

In it to WIN it!
posted by Billy at 06:20 | Kyoto (Japan)


World Cup Fever.....Catch it!


This quick (got 3 minutes?) little post has absolutely nothing to do with K-Land or Jay-Pan.


Check it.

Maybe you ain't a Soccer (futbol to the rest of the Planet) Fan but.......

C'mon.......admit it, at least to yourself.

You know you liked it.
posted by Billy at 15:33 | Kyoto (Japan)


Got Ramen if you want it!

You say it's not exactly Ramen Season right now?

I might agree (although for most J-Folks Ramen is a 4 Season Dig) as I prefer my hot noodles when the wind is blowing cold but.....

A kind Neighbor (Thanks Marika-san) and I were recently comparing Noodle Notes and she (with Gold Stars and Smiley Faces) highly recommended,-



And so Team Kyoto hustled down (up) to Kita-Shirakawa, grabbed some seats and got our Ramen on.

A genuine K-Land Original, Tonryu, turned out to be a treat it ain't gonna be easy to beat!

Cozy, comfortable, spacious and serene the efficient Staff delivers the Goods with a minimum of fuss and a maximum of efficiency that is sure to ring your Ramen bell!

P1010555.JPG (don't forget the Gyoza)

And the Bill won't hurt you either as everything on the menu is very reasonably priced.

Since first visiting 3 weeks ago the Team has landed on the Tonryu's shores on several occasions (due to the somewhat unseasonably cool nighttime weather around here) and always to our great satisfaction.

Each time we've been there they bring it-

And if there's a better Ramen formula than that, I've yet to discover it.

This may be a rather unique Kyoto Delight as, for example, their Chu-ka Soba(Chinese noodles)
definitely favors a more super-fresh, clean, subtle and perhaps milder flavor than your average Run-of-the-mill Ramen emporium which may lean towards a more spicy, oily, semi-greasy, smack-you-in-the-face style.
This Ramen soooooooothes.

And please trust me I'm into Spicy but Tonryu's wholesome noodle goodness will no doubt please your more Adult palate and leave you satisfied spiritually as well as physically.
Please be warned the Servings around there are on the smallish side so don't be shy about asking for "Kaedama" (an extra helping of noodles only) if you're not completely full at the bottom of your Bowl, it's a bargain and the gracious Staff don't mind!
If you require more grub than that then.......
Slow down, Oprah! You've had enough!

Word to the Wise-
Not so conveniently located, Tonryu might be a haul if you aren't in the area and when we made it last Sunday Night the Joint was jumping like Grand Central Station but don't let that discourage you because they got plenty of seats and an Army of Chefs whipping up the Goods at a ferocious rate so that your stay there will absolutely be stress-free, easy-as-pie and with no waiting.

Your belly feeling lonely?
They got the Deeelicious Company!
posted by Billy at 16:53 | Kyoto (Japan)




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