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Thursday, January 09, 2003

It began as an international coterie of fellowship, but by the time the evening had end, it had degenerated into 3 drunk Americans, 3 drunk Scotsmen, and 6 drunk Japanese singing bad karaoke. It was a semi-formal Japanese restaurant. You remove your shoes at the entrance and leave them in lockers and pull out a wooden marker, about the size of a deck of playing cards, to lock them in and. more importantly, remember which locker has your shoes. We had two sunken tables in our private room, a little crowded with three on each side, but roomy when one person moved to each end. The picture menus were handy, but we allowed out host, "Ogawa-san" for here, to order for all of us. I wish I could name all the dishes we had, but I can remember only the appearances at this time. An omelet with pork drizzled with a light brown mayonnaise. maybe called taipeiyaki? Chicken wings on flat green bamboo skewers; chicken skins, chicken liver pate, other nibbles, all on skewers, with a mildly hot red sauce. A butterflied smoked fish, possibly a herring. We put soy sauce on that. Nori with enoki. We barely caught the last train back before midnight. Much food, much fun, rare moments of camaraderie. Bad singing. 10:12:42 PM    comment []