by Kazu
It was about two years ago when I took the Hawaiian Educational Delegation to Obihiro. I took the two of them, Mitchell and Michael to a Japanese bistro near the railway station after our arrival. The name of the bistro was "Zen".
Remembering the supper with the friends from Hawaii , I took my wife to the bistro for dinner. Sliced pickled and smoked radish topped with cream cheese was so nice as a starter that the delegation head, the Educational Superintendent of the State of Hawaii loved it.
The fresh sushi-grade raw milt of cod with citrus soy-sauce struck my heart strings so much. Later, I heard the bistro was for high-end consumers.
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