I've probably written it before, and I've definitely said it before, but the Japanese LOVE their food. If you want to doom yourself to hell through gluttony, heres the place. If anything is going to lure me back to this country, it will be the desire for one last taste of Unagi - fried eel. I've devoured sushi in conveyor belt cafes. I've slurped every variety of noodles I can find. I've happily (and in some cases unhappily) tried just about every delicacy they've put in front of me up to and including fermented soy beans. No sign of the puffer fish yet, but I'll keep look.
But of out of all of it, the one foodstuff I'll recall the taste of while I'm dying in my bed: The single cube of ice we are given to suck, during the break from kendo practise in the breathstealing heat of Japanese summer.
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