‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Tokyo-to. Not a creature was stirring, not even Yoshikibo.
So off we went to eat at plan b, where they make their own noodles at a place called Syuri.
Okinawa soba is the main attraction, with fine salts in a lightly blended pork stock guaranteeing satisfaction.
“It’s good but it’s not ramen” said she, so I turned to her and said “I completely agree!”
So off we went with our Kodaimae onigiri in hand, waiting for St. Nick to fly over the land.
At the stroke of midnight we got a visit from a strange man, apparently St. Nick is much skinnier in Japan.
Bearing gifts in the form of sugary sweets, it was time to indulge on a spectacular holiday feast.
As the alcohol flowed Santa began to get brave, but not even rudolph could escape Shuga’s slay.
But tonight was a night to party and not a night to fight. Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas Mom!!!