• Oh, how I recall this one.

    Not in a horrendous or ghastly fashion.

    So, another plate rolls around during the evening. Slices of meat and little vegetables on the side – as is the custom. Once again, into the breach I delve, bravely unasking what this piece so delicately clung to my chopsticks is.

    Garlic on the side is a nice touch. For me, as a garlic lover, everything else is accoutrement.

    However, this meat demands undivided attention.

    Nama no uma no shita. Raw horse tongue.

    With delicious garlic. I didn’t stop at just one slice.