For now, here's what's been going on in my life, the past couple days:
The south part of Evanston, my "home town" north of Chicago. I'd forgotten just how big Lake Michigan is. It looks even bigger from 10,000 feet.
It's the airport version of a Chicago style dog. Tomato slices instead of wedges.. a little skimpy on the relish. (Skimpy onion I don't mind.) And I had to ask for celery salt. But it had a nice touch: a little charbroil-after-boiled effect. That was a redeming quality. Plus, they didn't go and try to put ketchup on there, and the poppy seed bun was pre-warmed in a steamer. Very edible. ...it'd been a long time since my last real hotdog.
Happy Puppy! (And no, I don't mean the video game website.) It was my third "You're back in Japan" moment.
... And for all those curious, the first was all the school kids in their uniforms commuting at 4:30 on the train. The second was realizing that while the price of almost everything in Japan is high, the quality is also high. ..and I think the value is better. Net result: higher quality of life. Maybe you've gotta live here to appreciate that. ...and I mean, it's true for 90% of the people here--the middle class. The middle class in Japan has a higher quality of life than the middle class in the US.
JA NE... time to get rolling. Hopefully the photos will work. (cross your YUBI)
1 comment:
Had thought I got an eastern stomach. Every time after I eat a hamburger or hotdog, the stomach is full but the felling is "I eat nothing". Now I believe it's because we didn't get the real western food (well, although fast food.)
That's IS food, the hot dog in legend.
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