Day 399:

I woke up to a different beat. So at Kasugatei (春日亭) we agreed to meet.

The spicy shrimps were off the hook.

But the highlight was a ramen without soup.

Abura soba is what they call it.

But fatty soba might be more like it.

“Stories are gifts. Share.” said the Christmas mime.

Bro: “I see your Schwarz is as big as mine.”

Now for some salmon carpaccio at El Barril.

Where Iberico pork salami also fits the bill.

The pizza toast is oh so fine.

But look! It’s a bottle of Basa wine.

Speaking of Basa, it was deja vu.

Enough. I ain’t no poet. Are you?

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