Yamanaka is a small Mom & Pop tonkatsu shop near City Hall, and my friend and mentor K took me there yesterday for lunch. Delicious fried pork in panko served in tiny rooms by two, sweet, hunched over old people. Maybe it was their son cooking. What will be the fate of such wonderful places in the future?
Then a long, much needed walk to the train station to purchase tickets for ride home via Tokyo.
In the evening, Kushikura with friends. Also near City Hall. Wonderful, old school yakitori place with private room. Conversations about books, Kyoto, and politics. One person is a translator of Murakami into French, and she has a very lively, deeply informed sensibility. So good to be away from stifling academics.
Memorable, I think.