My memories were traveling around my head, just like karma wheel going round and round and round, but they kept coming back to a wonderful pace – Japan. And so was my cooking for the last few weeks. Today I took a trip to Tokyo, don’t remember the name of the neighborhood, don’t remember the name of a restaurant, but I do remember the tonkatsu! Tonight, when I made dinner I only wished we could procure the pork of the same quality as I had that night.
Tokyo, Japan 2005
Brooklyn, NY 2009
