For starters, one evening pretty early in the week, we were feeling particularly lazy (and like wearing comfy pants). Thus we decided to eat in the hotel room. I made Spam and rice. Hubby made Beanee Weenees (that was the spelling on the can, though my default would be to use an "ie" instead of an "ee"). While cooking it the pot kept getting hot and bubbling no matter how low we turned the heat... just scorching the various ingredients in the Beenee Weenees. We would scrape the bottom of the pot, saying "I think that's bean," "no, wait, that's gotta be weenie."
So we established a new cooking game, called "Guess That Residue." Fun stuff.
Oh, and I set off the smoke alarm when I put soy sauce in my Spam pan. Woops.
I have to admit I teased him a little bit (a lot). But I caught right back up with him on the gluttony scale when it came time for dessert, as I had three cups of soft serve ice cream. In my defense, there were three different toppings I had to try (blueberry, peach, and chocolate), and I didn't want to co-mingle them.
Anyway, I am pretty sure I heard Aria say something like "you two have embarrassed me." Or at the very least, I am pretty sure she was thinking it.
Friday, we were looking for a kaiten-zushi ("sushi go round") place but after much frantic terrified driving we gave up and ended up at Mos Burger... which, it turned out, was about .25 km from the kaiten-zushi place. Sigh...
In any case the burgers were interesting. The Mos Burger itself has a white American style cheese and what I believe is spaghetti sauce bolognese on it. Either that or it was really weak chili. I had the Teriyaki Burger, which was good enough to fill my empty stomach.
Having finally found the kaiten-zushi place, we returned today, for lunch. And it was glorious. Hubby was in absolute heaven, with all kinds of unrecognizable but delicious raw fish delicacies gliding by on the a conveyor belt. There was even one nigiri that had beef carpaccio on it. He was a big fan of that one. As for me, I was enthralled with all the cakes and "purin" (custard pudding/flan) that went by. Whatever. Don't judge. We all get our calories different ways. And both Hubby and I worked out this morning.
They had green tea powder and a hot water spigot at every table, so you could just help yourself to instant, delicious green tea as often as you liked. And in the spirit of Japanese super technology, the final total cost (calculated by the # of plates you emptied), was scanned into some handheld device, then scanned onto a barcoded card, which was then scanned at the register so you could pay. Very fun and push-button tastic.
After much exploration and driving about Shinden-cho, where we hope to be living soon, we headed back to downtown Sasebo for a burger. A legendary burger known as the "Sasebo Burger." Several places sell them, so we went with Log Kit which was very close to base.
Log Kit was a garish but delightful place made of wood, in log cabin cantina fashion. The employees were very fast and hardworking, perhaps powered (a la Samson) by the fun hats they were forced/privileged to wear.
Now, the Sasebo Burger consists of a beef patty, tomato, lettuce, onion, mayo, and cheese like any cheeseburger. But then they add a fried egg, and bacon to it. THAT makes it the artery clogging monstrosity of delicious guilt that it is. Hubby partook of one, and allowed me a couple bites. I hate to admit how yummy it really was.
What's worse, is that the onion rings at Log Kit were also really good. But the onion inside the ring was so incredibly thin. Unless the onions in Japan are just really differently layered... the only other logical explanation I can find is that they slice the onion to make the ring... then take a circular cookie cutter the exact size of the ring, to slice said ring into two thinner rings. And the problem is, that is not logical at all. Which is probably a good indication that's exactly how it's done.
Sorry, my mind is still reeling a bit from the whole experience.
Anyway, as I said the onion was so thinly sliced that you would not have known it was there, biting into it, if you didn't look at the ring and see it there with your eyes. So these onion rings were less like onion rings and more like onion-flavored crispy batter rings. And they were DELICIOUS. I hated myself for liking them so much. If I were to add a thought bubble to the picture below, it would say "YOU, onion ring, are proof positive I am a disgusting human being."
I had a tummyache the whole ride home, feeling unsure just how quickly I would end up in the bathroom either vomiting or... well... you know. But I had the biggest, most satisfied smile on my face at the same time. As I told Hubby, "I'm going to be grinning big, all the way to the toilet."
But strangely enough, by the time I got back to the hotel, I already felt much better. The healing power of post-burger satisfaction.
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