Some old guy with a kebab stand parked up right in front of the dorms. On the way back from ANOTHER seminar, I started to waft the delicious aroma of cooked meat. Essentially using the spiral staircase to the dorms as a waterslide in the rain and my umbrella as a stabilizing rudder I shot down to where the smell was coming from, and the most beautiful sticks with meat on them ever were sitting there. I bought two of them that were essentially teriyaki flavored chicken wings on sticks and went back to my room.
I finished them and gnawed on the bones for a bit. Then I realized I was addicted.
I went back out and bought two more, one chicken and garlic and the other umm...momoniku. Due to how much avatar I watched I can only assume that I was eating lemur. Or peach now that I think of it, considering that's what momo means in Japanese. Goddamn I am stupid.
Anyways, both were delicious, both were gone. Then I felt that urge again, and I ran out and bought 4 more assorted sticks of delicious. I'd spent 800 yen on this one man. You couldn't get this quality food for even close to that in this amount in America. God bless you Japan. And to top it off I bought some potatoes from the veggie lady outside to make some latkes tomorrow (we'll see how that goes).
The urge hit me again and I went outside to buy some more stick food. The man and his wares had vanished, as if they never existed, and therefore neither had my money. I shed tears attempting to remember the taste, but it was in vain and I just bought some pork buns from another vendor.
Classes start tomorrow. I am dreading this in every instance.
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