Ever get in a rut? My tire is currently stuck in a skipping record of Japanese food. I don’t know what prompted it, but lately I cannot get enough of the whole izakaya, udon, Sanuki Bore, agedashi tofu, Lunch Set B, tempura sweet potato, soba noodle, miso, sashimi, gingko nuts on toothpicks thing.
It could be that friend and co-worker Erik responds daily to my “What are we eating?” with “Food.” It could be that I have tired of red pepper everything. It could be pregnancy.
[It is not pregnancy.] It is, at the very least, a nice place to have your tire stuck.
I present to you: two teeny tiny Japanese restaurants, on a very quiet street near my house.