• I like that Japanese meals have this variety of tiny dishes. My preference for the past decade is to have a varied dining option versus one big plate.

    Exceptions include burgers and pizza.

    So I’m sitting in this unnamed restaurant buried below ground level on a random, nicely paver-stoned street of Azabu-Juban (which I always like saying – dunno why). Somewhere in this meal another little bowl shows up. I don’t ask what it is – as was the custom of the time – adventurous me willing to try anything. It’s not thrown on the grill and i don’t dip it in anything – just pick up and chew.

    and chew

    and chew

    Chewy little morsel it is…

    I didn’t realize pig uterus required so much mastication.

    Now I do.