A few times a week, I eat lunch at this place:
Why yes, it’s a Japanese deli.
If I’m on lunch break from class, I will run in and grab sushi (and Milk Coffee Pocky! mmmm!) to-go, chopsticks thrown in the bag, and run the two blocks back to class while everyone curiously stares at me for eating something besides a smushed and sad-looking sandwich.
Other days, like today, I get the pleasure of sitting down. In true Japanese fashion, there is absolutely no room inside this building. So there are a few elementary school lunch tables shoved right between the hot-to-order and the fruits-and-vegetables. And lunch-goers may come and sit. And it’s crowded, and multi-lingual, and complicated to keep your hands inside your personal space.
I like it very much.
