Monday, July 20, 2020

A JAPANESE FOOD STORY

Manji died eventually, his immortal blade dulled by too many ayu (sweetfish) caught, gutted and grilled by the riverside.

Exacty 218 years later, the samurai reincarnated as Akira Shimazaki, personal bodyguard and connoisseur of beer and meat buns, and the desire of Minister Tachihara's repressed sexuality.

His superb arm-locking prowess eventually landed him a contract with Director Muranishi to ensure that none of Kaoru Kuroki's underarm hair gets into the Japanese-style potato salad and boiled pig trotters.

And that is how he was memorialized by Yuma who in 37 seconds created a manga version of the BG's huge hard-on spewing bone marrow for the tonkotsu, chilli oil for the tantanmen and soy sauce for the shoyu that sold as ramen packs to those who are quarantined and working-at-home in Bakal 2.



Manji/Shimazaki was a warrior monk who could have been a celibate Poor Fellow-Soldier of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon.

They lived by vegetables and bread alone and yet, Master Landry impregnated the French queen which is why his knights fell in the forest of Versailles and lost the Holy Grail to the Louvre, in the same way that Diarmuid's pilgrimage offering of turnips and dark bread failed to bring back St. Matthias's rock that was lost to the sea forever.

The Manila-Bangkok Stage will be most likely delayed but the feeding stations are already arranged with I, the Phantom Biker, vowing to start with a crab omelette at Jay Fai's no matter how long the waiting line will be.

Dessert is tentatively at the Issaya Siamese Club to be followed by an afternoon tea at the Author's Lounge before prepping with shaken and muddled cocktails at Err!'s for a 25-course finale at Gaggan's.

I will take and feed Phil with me all the way to Saigon to honor the five color beef salad of Cao Ba Quan, revisit Pho Bo Phu Gia's heavenly rice noodles and a betel nut leaf-wrapped beef grilled on the street, indulge in a chocolate dessert at Maison Marou, and perhaps stay longer for a breakfast of Com tam (broken rice) at Hoang Minh.

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