The park next to the office is turning redish.
Like last year I might be compelled to go. Compelled by my creative
director who insist on ‘showing me Japan’ despite having stayed here 8
years.
🙂
The park next to the office is turning redish.
Like last year I might be compelled to go. Compelled by my creative
director who insist on ‘showing me Japan’ despite having stayed here 8
years.
🙂
Chef came out of the home made kitchen (home made as in they had rebuilt a house/home into this resturaunt) talking about where the fish had swum.
I suppose that makes a difference; just as the grass cows eats really differs from the grass on the other side. With pollution in the mix, who would think genes matters?
That aside – as with most overpriced foods, goods and services: pretty great stuff.
By the way, there’s a bone in sea bream shaped like a fish:
More in Japanese.
It's time, once again, for the harvest festival.
More pics as things progress. Like the lines to the food-stalls. Too
tasty stuff means crazy waiting time.
Yes. That's a claw. Sanders finest. Is this why there's no KFC in
Sweden?
Were too disgusted to complain,
(…and also accustomed to the local cousine (fisheyes, heads,
intestines, etc) and culture to think a foreigner could complain about
local (or not) food),
I just left.
Besides, what to do?
At best they'd offer -more- food. Which, after that claw, wouldn't
be that appetizing.
They had messed up the rest of my order too. Ouch. Fastfood trauma.