This trip we didn't repeat a lot of the usual things but this we couldn't pass up. I had to cajole her a bit - she was complaining she was full and couldn't imagine eating such a big lunch. "Let's just walk over and see" I said. Walk we did, towards Meguro, where Jean used to work when she lived in Tokyo. Down the steps from street level into a small hallway beneath the traffic and noise. Barely noon and already a line. We heard the sizzle of the pork and smelled it. The waitress was making her way down the line, taking orders. She looked at us in recognition. "Less rice" she said in Japanese - remembering our usual order - even though we hadn't been here in a year. We're once a year regulars.
The sensei was behind the counter, deftly battering the pork and frying it, his head just a touch grayer. It was as it always is - amazing. Batter fried pork with a side of curry.
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