A recent conversation with a recent someone on his recent travel and the general solitary feeling one has when going it alone struck a chord with me, of past travels and specifically, of a time being led to a restaurant. In a desire to explore and experience, I’m treated to a unique dining adventure that I dare say will likely not be replicated in the near and probably far future.
A small restaurant in Tokyo, somewhere in Azabu-juban, if I recall. I want to try something new, so he has a place in mind. I have an open mind, as was customary for the time.
Far too open.
I don’t even recall what this plate is. Likely some pork offal or cartilage. With the tongs, I’m guessing we grilled it.
But it didn’t end there…Advertisements