America in a Bite: A letter to Kokona

To Robert “What kind of foods are there in America?” her note said, the Roman letters surrounded by hand drawn flowers, delivered beneath the flapping wings of a geometrically folded bird- the gift of origami. How could I possibly respond to such a letter! Beyond its presentation, I have long wrestled with the definition of American…

The Voice of the Shutter: Sushi

Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, -James 1:19 Sorry I’m late. That Bible verse probably doesn’t excuse me but they’re still worthy words, especially considering the world today. I’m going to share with you some other pleasureable words- the ones that aren’t heard or read aloud. The…

A Hard Boil

Hard boiled eggs from 7/11. Life changing? Auora? Unordinary? Ethereal? I watched 2 officers stationed in Japan indoctrinating one who wasn’t. They somehow ended up on the topic of hard boiled eggs. “You’ve got to try em!” “Wait do you have any? ” one said to the other. Turns out he did, as they continued…

Yokosuka Shell

The quick blurb on Yokosuka Shell. An upgrade from our last stop at Launa in regards to the burger. It was a decent burger. Nothing too exciting, but a burger nonetheless. A reminder of what makes a burger a Yokosuka Navy Burger: – 100 percent beef patty with 20 percent fat, i.e.. no fillers –…

The Lousy Launa

Okay, maybe that’s not fair but it was my experience (and the words just work). Launa, right outside the base, between Main and Womble Gates, is buzzing with attention, especially from Japanese nationals. I took this as an indication of good food and a great time. Why else would the Japanese, who I imagine better…

Rising Crust Under the Rising Sun #MyKinjo

“A friend of Zahhk’s is a friend off mine,” he said with that thick, right-out-of-Italy accent, offering a handshake. Alessandro stands behind the counter about 6ft tall- behind the counter. On the other side of the counter, he’s maybe 5’6.  I dunno. With spiked hair and his arms colored with ink, his T-shirt, shorts, and…

B* Wh@+?!: A Japanese Fruit

I feel like I’ve tasted it before. But I have never heard of it before arriving to Japan. One of the woman in the “soup kitchen” offered me after I inquired. And then I found them in good ol’ 7 Eleven. It’s called a biwa. You may have heard of it before, by another name:…

カレ-Curry Up!

Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with Steph Curry, other than his name, and the irony that his participation, with Golden State, in the NBA Finals, coincides with the golden curries featured at Yokosuka Curry Festival weekend. But the first results on an image search on Google.com yields the results to the left. But,…

Slurping Noodles, Sipping Sake, and Seeing the Sights

I hope your Friday was good and your Sunday miraculous. I had the privilege of hosting my sister here in Japan last week. Having her here allowed me to appreciate my growth in knowledge of the Japanese language and culture compared to her blank slate. This is no mockery of her entertaining attempts to live…

Tight Spaces: More Observations of Japan

Fish grill This one drives me crazy but it’s pretty cool and convenient. It drives me crazy because all but one (the one I ended up in) of the houses and apartments I looked at didn’t have an oven. The only option available to the home cooks in Japan is the fish grill! I mean,…

A Taste of Buds & Blossoms

It’s that time of year here in Japan! Blossoms are still blooming and the sun’s flirting more boldly everyday. Sakura festivals is where everybody’s headed. I missed the perfect picture yesterday: the sun trying to hide behind a screen of clouds yet still detectable from over the branches of the tree before the mound. But…

Japan? What’s the Difference?

Rising Sun. Blossoms. Samurais, sumo, sushi. Mountains. Japan’s breeze. Closed eyes, pinched fingers, and crossed legs, your first thoughts of Japan may paint a picture similar to the one above. But they are unlikely to be your first encounter. One of my favorite things about cuisine is the story it tells of the culture it belongs…