We trekked up north to take in some mountains and snow and onsen (hot springs), but i was laid up with a wicked fever, so i stayed back at the minshuku (japanese inn), sprawled on the futon inventing masochistic visual games involving the ceiling tiles. The mamasan was so great though, and she took care of me well. She brought me some medicine and a block of ice (?) She also brought me some weird lookin stuff on toast, even though i asked for okayu (rice porridge). I`m ok now, but i missed all the reasons i came here.
On another note: the japanese clubhouse sandwich.
Usually, japanese approximations of american food items are akin to drawings a dull child makes from memory. They suck. But for some stroke of lucky genius, some japanese guy decided to put a fried egg in a clubhouse sandwich. And culinary history is made. A japanese improvement on an american classic.
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