On a whim yesterday, I had lunch at the very first restaurant I ate at during my first visit to Japan about twenty-five years ago. I just happened to be passing by, so I stopped in. I had katsudon (fried pork with sauteed veggies and egg over rice), which for some reason I remember ordering during that first visit. As I recall, I really enjoyed it then. Unfortunately, it wasn't very good this time around. Or maybe I should say that what they brought me wasn't a very good example of what I've come to expect when I order katsudon. A friend was with me and he ordered the "B Lunch" just to see what he would get. And this is what they brought him:
A gigantic friend pork cutlet
A big Salisbury steak
A grilled sausage
A slab of grilled bacon
A three egg omelette
All this served with a huge bowl of rice, an equally large bowl of soup, and a side of fries! I could feel my arteries clogging just sitting across the table from him. He made a heroic effort and worked his way through everything but he couldn't finish the cutlet. After witnessing that meatstorm. I've been keeping to fish today. I guess that there was a time when I would have been all about the challenge, but not anymore.
A gigantic friend pork cutlet
A big Salisbury steak
A grilled sausage
A slab of grilled bacon
A three egg omelette
All this served with a huge bowl of rice, an equally large bowl of soup, and a side of fries! I could feel my arteries clogging just sitting across the table from him. He made a heroic effort and worked his way through everything but he couldn't finish the cutlet. After witnessing that meatstorm. I've been keeping to fish today. I guess that there was a time when I would have been all about the challenge, but not anymore.