Tonight was the last time Fight Club met for Firefly Sunday. This isn’t to say that we’ll never see each other again, but the new schedules came out and those of us who were re-hired (me and Anna) don’t have the same schedule anymore.
We had had several options to choose from ranging from super cheap to a bit north of pricey. Among these options was to meet by the crab, pick a direction, and hope for the best. We were shooting for a place we’d never been before. For old time’s sake, we met at 5:30 PM. This was also a kind of cushion on my part ‘cuz I figured it might take a while to decide on a place. Mike picked the direction of Shinsaibashi and we were off.
We came up with a couple of different options, but nothing that seemed to really appeal to all of us. After about half an hour or wandering (who’s smart now?), Anna suggested a place that Taylor (one of our former co-workers) had taken them to that had some interesting ramen dishes. It only slightly defeated the purpose of our meandering, but Mike and Anna had only been there once or twice, so it was still going to be something of an adventure.
This fact became oh so true ‘cuz neither one of them could remember exactly where this place was. We wandered a bit more before coming up with a back up plan of Mexican food. Lucky for use, as we made our way to the Mexican place, we found our original destination.
It turned out to be a Chinese restaurant, well, Chinese for Japan. (It wasn’t true Chinese ‘cuz it was relatively clean and had decent service.) We were seated up on the second floor, where there was only one other table of patrons. It was kinda cool that way ‘cuz it meant we could have a table instead of sitting at the counter space on the first floor. They also brought us English menus right away, which amused us some but whatever.
The place ended up having more than just ramen, much to my delight. They had stir fry dishes, and more Chinese-style dishes than I expected. They had the family-style meals as well as individual plates.
Since our timing was good and there weren’t many people there, our food came out relatively fast. I ordered BBQ pork fried rice; I realize that was a lame choice on some levels, but it’s been a really long time since I’d had it. To my surprise it actually tasted like the fried rice my dad makes from our left overs. That might sound a bit weird, but in other words, it tasted like it should. Funny thing about Japan is that even though the food is “authentic”, it’s still very Japanese. (The exceptions being things like Slices and the Hawaiian burger place.)
We proclaimed the decision an excellent choice and I honestly hope we get the chance to eat there again on our Firefly Thursdays (or Saturdays…we’re still working out schedules).
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