The imaginary friend...

Day 846:

In the sleepy backstreets near Daitabashi Station, there are a couple of ramen/chuuka shops mostly frequented by locals. Eirakuhanten (栄楽飯店) is one of them and it is certainly unique.

After I sat down and ordered, the chef began rambling about something. At first I thought he was talking to the only other customer at the end of the counter, but then that customer left and the chef kept rambling. I wasn't exactly sure what he was saying, but it seemed like a pretty intense political debate. It was actually quite interesting. He was definitely not crazy (whatever that means), but it made me think that maybe he was missing something. Or someone.

Anyhow, the ramen here lacks imagination but is not to be hated.

Neither is the gyoza. But it's all good.

Up in smoke?

Tori cheese!

Cheese yakionigiri!

Okay, so I almost died tonight. I fell asleep with my space heater on and the coat that I left hanging on the chair above it decided to fall right on top of it. Needless to say, I woke up to a distinct burning smell and a room full of smoke. *cough cough. HOLY S&*7! MY JACKET IS ON FIRE!