Dinner Out in Japan

After resting in my hotel room after a day of site seeing, I walked down the street from my hotel to have dinner at a restaurant. I like the little hole in the wall restaurants in Japan because they always seem to have good food.  I found a good one.

Here is a picture of the restaurant I went into.

I went in and order gioza and a bowl of rice.  At first, I was the only customer, and there was just one guy waiting on me and cooking, but after a bit, more customers came and a girl came to wait on customers while the man cooked.

The man who waited on me was wearing a rag on his head.  This is normal for cooks in Japan.
The menu was hand written and posted on the wall.
The thing on the door is called a noren.

In Japan, the business owners put norens on their doorways. Often the norens are outside of the shop with the shop’s name one them. This noren is kind of plain compared to others I have seen.

the gioza and rice I ordered

If you look back through my blogs, you will see that gioza and Korean mandu are the same thing except gioza are fried and mandu are boiled or steamed.  The Chinese also eat these, and when the Koreans try to describe them in English, they say “Chinese dumplings,” but they aren’t dumplings at all.  If you look back through my blogs, I made some how a Chinese guy taught me to make them, and I boiled them.  Inside, there is ground pork, green onions, and soy sauce, according to who makes them. I am not sure these had green onions in them.  I think they had cabbage in them, and I liked them that way.

He also brought me a very tasty soup.

A lot of Americans probably don’t like seaweed, but I happen to like it.  Japanese usually serve miso soup, but I am not sure the soup was miso.  I am not sure exactly how to tell you what it was except it had a lot of seaweed.  Perhaps it is miso and just this guy’s version of miso soup. However, the soup like the gioza and rice was good. With my experience with the Japanese, they are good cooks. Sometimes they eat strange things, but if that strange thing is going to taste good, the Japanese know how to make it happen.

I could tell that everyone was happy that I was there, and they liked speaking to me in Japanese. They were surprised because I was alone. At the end of the meal I got a surprise.  I tried to pay, and they said, “Keiko desu” which means, “no thank you.”  I tried again, and they just kept saying “Keiko desu.”  I asked “Honto ni?”  which means “really?” and they waitress responded “Honto.”  I was really shocked, but I got my dinner for free! If you go to Osaka, go eat there. The food was good, and they are very nice people.



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