had a really tasty meal yesterday. i had spent the day with a chap called sam in a cafe chatting and trying to write a covering letter for my job applications. strolling home i smelled a rather tasty smell coming from one of the many lantern emblazoned places that line the road. deciding that, nothing ventured nothing gained, we entered. inside was a rather cosy restaurant filled with japanese. a beaming old woman showered us to a table chattering lightly in japanese. i understood nothing. we sat and checked out the menu. all in japanese. this was a problem. the woman appeared. “beeru?” she inquired. “beeru!” we agreed. and she sidled of and returned with a bottle of beer roughly the same size as her. the next part was quite tricky involving much miming and gesticulation as we tried to get across that we wanted whatever it was that had smelt so tasty. in the end i just pointed at some meat on a stick that some guy was eating. receiving these we found them to be utterly delicious. feeling like a bit of a cretin i realized that i had a phrase book on me and pulling it out was able to order with much more competency, more chicken on a stick (yakatori) and rice (riasu), they also had complimentary square wafers of seaweed. which despite my early misgivings i have found to be pretty tasty. clearly taking pity on out ineptitude they gave us some free chicken skin on a stick and pork balls on a stick. all rather pleasant and jolly.

fired of a few job applications today. i have an interview in about a week i believe although i may be wrong.