Just like a TV drama, this post is titled "Surviving Fugu", and just like a sitcom writer, I am again under gun to get a post finished before the deadline. As evidenced by this post, I have survived a return visit to the same restaurant Sean and I visited in 2006. Uncle Terry had a hard time with the tofu on offer and an unidentified vegetable I have taken to calling "the space vegetable". By showing interest in fugu, the kind owner actually got one out of a tank and I was able to have the unique experience of petting it. Reality betraying my imagination; I was surprised it didn't puff up. Light on the details, I will skip to the end and reveal that the meal calumniated in an out-of-this-world rice porridge utilizing the broth from our fugu and vegetable nabe (stew). [click the small thumbnails to enlarge]
Though are hotel is near this point, it is not nearly as busy in front of the hotel. The fugu restaurant, hidden from guide books and tourists, is a couple of blocks forward from this point, down a narrow road, and into an unasuming, kanji-strewn store front.
I promised my aunt to include some pictures. Here taken from the Osaka Castle grounds. Great weather for a walk with the locals.
Also at the request of my aunt, a silly picture of me. Here something shiny has caught my attention.
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