And it’s called Guess What You’re Eating. I’ll give you a hint on this, I lose. Everyone loses actually. Unless you speak Japanese or read Kanji. Now granted, a good number of locals speak some English. Even the ones who act like they don’t (hmmm, I smell the familiar guise of Hispanics in America). But even if the Japanese nationals can greet you and tell you how to get to the metro, trying to glean understanding from my waitress about the particulars of this now dead and roasted creature on my plate is a chore, at best. So for the past two weeks, I’ve pretty much picked a pretty picture in the menu and crossed my fingers. Arigato gozaimas.

While I’m on the subject of food, I may as well post some flicks of my selections over the past couple weeks. Good luck guessing what some of it is…

mmm, fish eggs sushi bowl. shoot, sushi everywhere. more cabbage I <3 sets To. Die. For. I think that's pork Plain Noodles Introducing the set Umm...mackerel? squid. baby ones. light lunch Bon Appetite