As I’m stuck inside studying for my finals (ahem, procrastinating), while drifting away from the ever exhilarating economy ended up imagining the perfect Sunday. It would be just warm enough to feel cozy in a sweater, laying under blooming trees with Murakami’s The wind up bird chronicle with a basket filled with delicious sushi for when hunger strikes. I find it wonderful how easy being alone without feeling lonely is when you’ve got a good book beside you. What would your perfect Sunday look like?
That’s how I usually feel when I eat at my favourite restaurant, Tokyo Sushi. They recently changed their menu, which means more yummy stuff to try out, although some of my favourites such as udon are gone. Their chef won a cooking competition in Japan a few weeks ago too, with a type of sushi called Dracula Roll. I hope they’ll add it in the menu, I’m really curious about it :3
We were celebrating my little brothers’ birthday on that day and I had some spicy rolls and takoyaki, yum as always. Sadly I’m scared that the takoyaki will disappear too since they’re out of the new menu
Although it’s not a Romanian holiday, since my name’s Patricia, we celebrated St Patrik’s day by having a family meal at the usual Japanese restaurant, Tokyo sushi. The meal started with the usual salmon croquette, then I had ramen and gyoza. My brother had the shrimp katsu, I forgot what my mom’s was called, my grandmother the chicken teriyaki and my grandfather spicy chicken yakisoba. The food was incredibly good, as always. I wish we’d go more often.
If you can’t have the city, you can at least have the food. Although it’s a little bittersweet, since I always end up comparing the food at Japanese restaurants to the one I ate when I was in Japan. I can’t believe in two months it’ll be four years since my first trip, I swear I remember everything as if it was last month.
We have two Japanese Restaurants in my city, but Tokyo Sushi is definitely my favourite. They stick close to the original recipes and I find the overall atmosphere better too. Plus we always get a seasonal appetizer, like the one in the photo above, which are meatballs made out of salmon. My parents must hate me for whenever there’s the tiniest thing to celebrate I beg them to go there.
Little bro’s shrimp katsu. My family is already accustomed to the rule: you don’t touch your food until your crazy daughter/sister took a million photos of it.
Horrible blogger alert! I haven’t updated in almost a month again, I am so so sorry! I’ve been experiencing so much in my “real” life lately that somehow I wanted to keep myself as far from the internet world as I could in the hopes of making it last longer. That’s my excuse, at least. I’ve been going out a lot, I met new people, cherished old friends and today is my last day as a sixteen year old, haha. I can’t believe I’m almost an adult when I still feel as naive and childish as ever.
I don’t have any outfits to show you, my dears, but I have some delicious Japanese food instead. If I remember correctly, daddy took me out to celebrate the end of the school year a month ago (bad blogger). I promise I’ll take a lot of pictures tomorrow and I’ll be back on track before you know! For now, let’s drool together over this wonderful food.
Stay hungry, stay foolish!
I forgot completely about the pictures I took last month, when we celebrated my beloved mother’s birthday. It was on the 20th of April (born on the same day with Hitler, lol ) and we ate at the Japanese restaurant. My best friend monstrupufos was with us because even mom loves her~ We had some lovely food and lovely time on a special day.
My little brother, battling with the dessert.
And my beautiful mother <3 Happy birthday once again. If you ever read this, I love you. Nono and the little bug also.
A few of my favourite pictures from around Tokyo. I think the first two are from Tsukiji, Tokyo’s biggest fish market. I remember having lunch in a tiny sushi bar there and obviously having eaten the best sushi of my life. It was a salmon nigiri with melted cheese and onion flambe <3 I’ve just eaten before posting this but I’m hungry again!
The next few are from Asakusa, around the five storied pagoda
Here you can see the Tokyo Sky Tree, which back then was under construction. It will be opening in May, I think.
I was a bit appalled upon seeing the world’s famous ~evil~ sign on a pagoda in Asakusa. But then I decided to look more into it and found out this is the Asian swastika which has nothing to do with the Nazis, it’s been originated in the Indian culture long before Germany even existed. The name swastika is derived from the Sanskrit word svastikah, which meant being fortunate and it’s a symbol for compassion, luck, success and happiness. Pretty far from the feeling we get from seeing it nowadays…
Thank you fro reading! Take care!