When in Rome....
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| You know what they say... When in Rome.... |
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| I do not yet have any pictures, but I want this page to outline the things I am doing (mainly eating) that I never thought I would do in my life time. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current trip: | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Fried baby shrimp - You are thinking, "fried popcorn shrimp rocks, what is he complaining about." These shrimps are not battered or de-shelled or anything, just dropped in the fry daddy and served up fresh. I felt a little wierd eating them heads, tentacles, and all. My cajun friend might not think that is too bad. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| First visit: | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Squid on a stick - The name explains it all. Take a squid, cut it in half, skewer it with a stick, and place on the grill for a moment. Mother Svoboda thought I was CRAZY for eating that. She still brings it up actually. (picture coming soon) | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Fried Baby Fish - same as above. Picture sardines droped in the fryer and served up. They were served with onions and venager to make the taste "sweet." | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Natto - This little guy will haunt me for the rest of my days. It is a type of sushi, but not made from any fish but actually a fermented bean. This is the only thing to date that I was not able to even swallow down. Stomach knew better and let me know it... good thing there was a rest room near by. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Soy ice cream and pudding - they love the soy bean here. They can make anything with it, including desserts. Of these two dishes, the ice cream is not THAT bad while the pudding is horrible. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Public restrooms" - Restroom etiquette is a little diffrent then in the states. Here it is not unheard of a uni-sex bathroom, where men and women will enter the same room at the same time. Open urinals on the wall and all. If you got it, flaunt it I guess. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Work restroom - Here at work, there is not any uni-sex rest rooms or holes in the floor. Just like any other one you will find in the states. So I felt a little comfortable here. BEWARE though, you never know when some body might pop in. Some crazy cleaning lady might come on in without knocking to get the trash. Could get caught with you pants doen, literally. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Restrooms, revisited - public restrooms are hit or miss here. You will either get a western toilet like we all know and love, or you will get a Japanese toilet. These consist of a porcelain hole in the ground that you to squat over (I guess, I have not yet had cause to use one). This is mostly a concern for the ladies, mostly in train terminals from what I understand. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Horse - I have not had it, but understand that it is "quit good" and popular in the northern parts of Japan. Might just take their word on this one. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| To be continued | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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