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I don't want to make this into a food blog because I am not a curly haired Jewess that used to write for The New York Times, and it's fucking annoying when people write about their new "discoveries," as if the world needs another review of The French Laundry.

But this is my favorite curry place within walking distance from work, and today is the last day. After 25 years in the same location, the couple is moving back to where they hail from to start another curry restaurant. Fuck. The menu has four items: 1) beef curry, 2) large portion beef curry, 3) chicken curry, and 4) large portion chicken curry. They are ¥700 for the regular sizes, and ¥800 for the large sizes. Customers can have the level of spiciness adjusted from 0-30. The hotter the curry, the more it costs. 30 is an extra ¥300. I usually rock the 30 large portion beef curry, cause I am gangster like that.

There is always someone more gangster, right Paul Castellano? A dude ordered 100 level curry today, and I was amazed. This place is a popular little spot, and even though I dashed the fuck here as soon as the noon bell rang (yes, we have bells for 9am, noon, and 5:30pm), the place was packed.

I will miss you Rue Delhi!

     

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Check this shit out. You know how they have magazines for pretty much anything? Well in Japan, they take it to another level, which quite frankly is awesome when they have not just one, but several magazines dedicated to cabaret clubs and the girls that work in them. The indoor soccer place we go to is stocked with these magazines in the waiting area, and so I am up to date like Windows 7. Up. To. Date.

This morning this fucking cum guzzler was smacking his lips constantly right behind me on the train, and I was fucking hating life and public transportation, until we got to one of the stops and a fight broke out between two middle aged salarymen. Not just a verbal fight, but actual fisticuffs. That was spectacular and made my day. I was rooting for the dude with the SARS mask cause he kinda looked like a badass. Unfortunately, some party pooper broke up the fight, and then started yelling for a station employee. Fuck that shit.

I have no idea what the fight was about, but you know how in the mornings, the same people take the same time train, on the same car? Well what the fuck is going to happen tomorrow? I hope they both show up again tomorrow for a showdown on who gets to ride the car from now on.

Lately, when I yawn, I hear a crack, and I don't know if it's a crack from bones in my face, or earwax. And you know what? That bothers me.

Holla.

I really miss cooking. I want to take a week off, go into a full kitchen, and drink 'Bow and Bud Light and cook.

But anyway, last night we went to this restaurant in Kyoto that we tried going to two weeks ago, but due to its popularity, and our unwillingness to wait for over an hour, we strayed. This time around, 16:30 sharp, and I was #2 in line. Do you like how I use 24 hour time now?

Hormon, or offal, has been really popular in Osaka due to its large Korean population, who had to make due with the the throwaway meat. That is what hormon means in Japanese, "things to throw away." Recently, hormon is like the fucking greatest hits of Japan, with even fashionistas from Tokyo digging in. I was never a fan of hormon until recently. The taste wasn't so bad, but the gum-like texture, I could do without. Then on Christmas, a bunch of us went to a really delicious restaurant that served fresh hormon, and from then on, I was a believer.

This restaurant is fucking gangster. As you can see, the pan is tilted, so the fat from the cooked meat runs down into a little bowl of sauce (which was so garlicky and soooo good), which is used as a sauce for the udon noodles at the end of the meal.

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チッス。