Welcome to Isshintei Yakiniku! When our shabu-shabu Japanese beef rib meat arrived, we threw a few pieces on the grill along with some garlic and diced salted green onions and began the ever watchful art of not overcooking our beef!
Bowl a strike at Misawa Bowl!
Lunch at Big Boy Restaurant…Japanese style!
Are you kidding me? Sakura flavored donuts at Mister Donut! You had me at donut! Ahh donuts…my achilles heel…I love’em!
A haiku for National Poetry Month.
“I’m so hungry I could eat a sandwich from a gas station.” ~ Clark Griswold.
The often cold and chilly weather here in Misawa, Japan is a perfect excuse to slurp down a steaming hot bowl of ramen. And that is exactly what my friend Phillip and I did yesterday. We slurped down some spicy ramen for lunch!
Why “A Thousand Miles from Kansas”? Easy. Dwight Yoakam, South Korea, and a yearning for home.
I wrote an essay titled “Atchison, Kurashiki, and the Moody Blues” (Moody Blues as in missing my Grandma Moody, not the prog rock band…although they rock!). It was published in the Atchison Daily Globe on January 5, 1999. I even found it in the on-line archives of the newspaper! In memory of my Grandma Moody, I now share it with all of you. And how I truly wish the last paragraph was still possible today. I miss you Grandma.
Check out the only place you can enjoy the buttery, creamy taste of ramen. Yes, butter! Butter is not something one usually associates with a bowl of ramen, but there it was! A thick pat of butter perched majestically atop an island of bean sprouts, bamboo shoots, and ramen noodles!
