Sakura Yakiniku

We had hear rumors that a Yakiniku place within walking distance of our house was actually the best in the whole of Sasebo.  Every time we pass it, either Hubby or I will say aloud "we need to go there one day."

Well "one day" finally came, and we went there for dinner.

All I can say is: "Oh... my... God."  

I say this not in any blasphemous way, for I truly am singing the Lord's praises when I use this phrase to refer to this meal.  This meal, makes me believe in the divine.  The delight I felt in my heart eating the succulent cuts of beef the Japanese refer to as "karubi"  (a reference to Korean kalbi I believe) was nothing short of heavenly.  The deep red meat, with so much delicate white marbling it looked like it had been draped in fine French lace, literally melted away in my mouth when it came off the flame.     

Both hubby and I agreed we were sad nearly to the point of tears when the meal ended and the meat was all gone.  The beautiful, beefy, buttery flavor and overwhelmingly gratifying sensation of the karubi dissolving across my tongue haunted my mouth for no less than 15 minutes after we left the restaurant.

So, if you're ever in Sasebo.  Go to Sakura.  Or any of the other karubi/yakiniku places around here.  But really, you should go to Sakura.  And call us, so we can join you there for dinner.