Of course I had to make a lunch at Suju with dearest J. I didn't want fancy, I wanted a good bowl of rice and some well cooked meats or vegetables. These are my comfort foods, and they don't trigger my stomach. I have no intention to have to run to the bathroom from greasy burgers or velouté or crème fraîche nibbles.
It's super hard for me to move away from Suju's shogayaki teishoku; unless I'm eating here thrice in a week, then I'd pick something else. J opted for the negitoro-don today. Decided to skip the tofu salad. We didn't have enough stomach space. Heh!
J asked for less rice in her bowl. I had a full bowl of it, and inhaled everything. When I find a restaurant that serves Japanese rice at a good quality, I ain't even leaving a grain. We even had a lunch-time indulgence of one glass of umeshu-soda.
Conversation was sterling, as usual. We simply continued our long tests IRL. J insisted on getting lunch. Wheeee. Ahhh... this was such an indulgent treat. I didn't waste any food! This block of time with a fellow astute and sane mind, and appreciated humor was a much needed respite this week.
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