Final Finals
Today was the last day of finals. We're still going to have half days for the next two days, though. Something about returning and explaining tests. Cool.
After classes let out and the students left, Eisaku and I drove over to "old" Muroran, which is on the south side of the bay, to get our grub on at a local pork cutlet shop in the arcade area near Muroran Station.
It was closed. The shop, not the arcade. Although the argument could be made that the arcade was as good as closed. Talk about a run-down area. The financial situation in that area isn't the best.
So we went to a tempura rice bowl shop instead. Tenkatsu.
It was like walking into the 1960's. Tiled floor. A long counter, plus a few tables on straw mats. A miniature version of a boiler tank, which was actually for boiling water for tea.
You almost expected to see a single black-and-white TV in the corner, surrounded by people from around the neighborhood who came to watch the latest sumo tournament (a common sight in the 1960's).
I ordered the special tempura rice bowl. Here it is.
Dad, there are three big tempura prawns on that bowl o' rice. I'm guessing that's where you want to go and eat when you come to visit.
On the way back to work, we made a quick stop by Posful, the Muroran equivalent of the mall, so I could pick up the latest eastern youth CD. On the way in, I saw this sign.
What a shock.
Who kicks open a glass door to go into what amounts to the mall, anyway?
After classes let out and the students left, Eisaku and I drove over to "old" Muroran, which is on the south side of the bay, to get our grub on at a local pork cutlet shop in the arcade area near Muroran Station.
It was closed. The shop, not the arcade. Although the argument could be made that the arcade was as good as closed. Talk about a run-down area. The financial situation in that area isn't the best.
So we went to a tempura rice bowl shop instead. Tenkatsu.
It was like walking into the 1960's. Tiled floor. A long counter, plus a few tables on straw mats. A miniature version of a boiler tank, which was actually for boiling water for tea.
You almost expected to see a single black-and-white TV in the corner, surrounded by people from around the neighborhood who came to watch the latest sumo tournament (a common sight in the 1960's).
I ordered the special tempura rice bowl. Here it is.
Dad, there are three big tempura prawns on that bowl o' rice. I'm guessing that's where you want to go and eat when you come to visit.On the way back to work, we made a quick stop by Posful, the Muroran equivalent of the mall, so I could pick up the latest eastern youth CD. On the way in, I saw this sign.
WARNING:
If you kick the door, the glass will break and it will be dangerous. Please open the door with your hands.
What a shock.
Who kicks open a glass door to go into what amounts to the mall, anyway?
posted by Havok at 3:11 PM
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By the way...that article about the WBC & the Seahawks....maybe one of my most favorite...ever.
That's the huge eye's coming down from the billboard indeed.
Thanks for the praise, P-Dog.
I sometimes try to take the blog to the next level.
That day, I succeeded.
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