On the outskirts of Okinawa Town and around the corner from where I do my laundry, resides a shady-looking spaghetti house with tinted windows. I hardly ever pass by when it's open, but when I do the place is always packed. So while I waited for my clothes to dry, I decided to hop in for breakfast. (Yes, breakfast for me now happens around 1pm since work doesn't end until 4am.)
Apparently the owner trained in Italy, but I can't exactly read the Italian on this certificate.
The bacon and egg carbonara was delicious, but the store-bought noodles were disappointing. Nevertheless, I now have a local joint to fulfill my spaghetti fix.
The sakura petals are already starting to fall. Pretty soon the streets will be blanketed.
Let it rain!