I usually point out that we do not have a street and number system in Tokyo. Three sets of numbers at the end of a Tokyo address zeroes in from a big area, then to a specific block, and finally ends at a specific unit on that block. Then, just to make things interesting, I add that there’s no set direction for how the numbering goes up and down. It’s confusing, but at least that’s how I am so used to associating numbers and places.
“Please disregard the labels on this bottle. I want you to pay attention to only the part that says yongo.” As Takamura-san brought out the fourth bottle to the table, he started to tell us the story.
“What? You bought more sake?” Etsuko asked, bewildered.
“Yeah, but not today. I got it last year at that tasting at Kuraya.”
You may see the kind of problem we’ve run into. Sometimes you just have to buy a bottle, or two, or three. They tend to pile up
Who said watching football only goes with lager?
Our good friend Damon over at Languagecaster.com-English Through Football has posted a fun game review with comments and photos. Don’t worry. It is safe for non-rabid football supporters. We’re glad he could bring some football knowledge to the event. Check out Damon’s slideshow and review. Et-chan’s slides are here too.
If you look very closely at the photo on the cover of the March issue of Dancyu, you’ll see Et-chan.
When faced with a choice between visiting kura, picking up bottles of the freshest sake, entertaining visiting nihonshu fans, working, visiting more kura, and doing a MeetUp–or writing up the latest Sake of the Week, our brains gave out.
This sake is a special one for me. Not just because it is a complex and enjoyable brew, but because of where–and more specifically who–it came from. One of my students who will graduate next month brought me this bottle from her hometown because she knew how much I’d enjoy it.
In the next few month, I will be in Kyoto a few more times. I am sure I will add more good sake bars on the list, but Inaseya is definitely the place to go back for to check out what other funky crazy new muroka nama genshu they have in stock!
You mean THE Otokoyama?” I do not remember much around the conversation before or after this question, but I do remember one time someone asked me if I was talking about “The Otokoyama” when the name came up. Otokoyama Junmai Daiginjo we tasted on Saturday is so classic and it felt so appropriate to call this bottle “The Otokoyama”.