|Post / Gil Asakawa|
|Real sushi, from the source: a bento box at a sushi restaurant in Sapporo.
I’m in the middle of a two-week trip to Japan, and it’s been a fascinating visit.
I was born here in Tokyo (an Army brat — my dad, a Nisei from Hawaii, was stationed here and met my mom during the Korean war) and moved to the states when I was 8. But as an adult, I’ve only been in Japan twice — in 1994 and 1995. This time it’s for a family trip, and I’m traveling with my mom.
Here are some observations: Continue reading