Cozy Coffee @ Cafe RRRoom #YoCafe

I hope you don’t mind cats. This cafe’s got one. She’s the star, or maybe the mascot of RRRoom cafe. Her name is Mu and she’s even got her own picture book that ornaments the shelf beside the table. But I promise you, she’s not the reason I visit the RRRoom. In fact she could…

Sipping Coffee in the Shadows: Cafe Antiques #YoCafe

  One of the things gained from all this rainy weather is an excuse to visit the kisaten (coffee shop). This particular coffee shop isn’t particularly on my way home though so I hadn’t been to eager to stop in. It’s hidden away in the cut, an eerie walk down the alley way (right before…

Tsunami: Best Yokosuka Navy Burger?

The problem with basing a series on a mood or craving is that moods and cravings change. I’m no longer very much in the mood for a burger. So we’ll show Tsunami some love and move on. Of the Yokosuka Navy burgers I’ve tasted, all local to the Yokosuka Naval Base, it’s fair to say…

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 –…

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:…

ON the Burner: Hot Pot at 温 (ON) Motsunabe Mise #MyKinjo

This will be fun! Thunderous laugher. The clinking of glasses. Window clinging steam. The rich aroma of dashi. All of this from within the small..”box” on the corner. All of this snatched my eyes, arrested my attention, and at first pumped my brakes on my bike ride home or on my way out for the…

Cafe Continue #MyKinjo

I’ve told you plenty times now that I’ve got a thing for coffee. I owe it to my dad, who gave me my first cup- right out of the measuring cup, seemingly brewed with milk rather than water, loaded with sugar! Frappuccinos and matinee were a regular. When my mother lost me in the grocery…

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,…