This is the meal that Andrew and I ate yesterday, or at least as much as would fit in one photograph. We seem to be hell-bent on eating as much as possible whenever we get together, and this was certainly the rival of the Chinese extravaganza in Himeji. This was more yakiniku, which is a dish sent straight from Animal Heaven, where all good animals go to be eaten by me for all eternity. It's basically just all the meat you can eat for 90 minutes, with a few simple vegetables that wail their futile cries of peace and equality for all living things as they slowly grill, tiny islands in a lumpy, blood-red sea of death and, presumably, patriarchy. I think PETA takes a hit out on anyone who leaves this restaurant.
I bought the cards for that poetry game and for another similar card game centered on the syllabary and proverbs. I am so trend-setting that my every word is like Holy Fashion Writ.
Lacking three sessions of one of my Japanese classes that are dropping down at me with the speed and unison of ninjas leaping off a roof, I'm done with classes until early January, when I have one or two more sessions of each class, then finals (such as they may be). But really, I don't see why I should keep studying Japanese - after all, I can already read manga and hentai, and what other reasons could there possibly be?
Today's Engrish is actually non-Engrish, remarkable for its complete accuracy, even correctly differentiating between Merry and Happy, and placing each with its appropriate holiday. Christmas really is the time for miracles.
- Gyaa! I'm give up
Naka-ku, Hiroshima
730-0803
JAPAN
