So tonight I got a rare insight of life with my mom when I'm not around. Her pal took us out to eat beef. In Kyoto this is a serious affair. The beef is served raw on a bed of rice..like sushi, or slightly grilled, or in little balls all tastefully accomp
anied with delicate vegetables. After a few be
ef dishes, we get to meet the cow that fed us...well th
e certificate that is. Yup this place actual
ly buys an entire cow and they have the paperwork to prove it. We learned the name, where it was born, how old was the lad, his licence number, what was his last meal and skin complexion. This was proudly displayed with a certificate of authenticity at the center of ouor table. Sorry bess, but you taste mighty fine!
Sadly it was time to go back to the conference centre, and back to work for our hos
t. Our taxi driver, inspired with our french speaking, sneakily finds Edith Piaf tunes to whom my mom and her pal immediately start singing and whooing the taxi driver! The guy was so drunk with infatuation that he missed the turn off..twice!
1 comment:
It was a really nice experience but Dude... I could go vegan if I were there..
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