Curry Udon. I wasn't a foodie yet when I visited my Japanese American college girlfriend in Tokyo. I
was more into the exoticism of Japan's esteemed traditions like its Samurai past and the glitz of its
hyperpop future, than of its culinary traditions. I was so oblivious of all that Japan had to offer that
my girlfriend chided me for continuing to order the same thing over and over again whenever we ate
out - curry udon. Sure we ate different things every so often - like okonomiyaki (a sort of omelet
that consisted of onions, bits of meat, some shrimp, and topped with a sweet/savory reduction);
pizza topped with
yo
k
To
seaweed; and burger
with buns made of
rice. However, the
most memorable thing
I ate while on that trip
was the curry udon
that I ate with
salarymen - male office
workers who work
themselves to dea F