In San Francisco’s Ramen Yamadaya, a second floor shop off Japantown’s Buchanan Street pedestrian path, we find ourselves at the beginning of an unexpected hunt.
About 2 months ago, we were sitting in an unusually quiet ramen shop. The place was empty save for us and one other couple two booths away. Then there was
I’m taking a small deviation from our regularly scheduled posts on Japan and all things Japanese in San Francisco, to bring you along on a short, blissful detour to Palm Springs. Have you been? Are you as in love with it as we are?
We’re ardent lovers of all things mid-century modern. We treasure our
Pabu is the Japanese pronunciation of pub and Japan’s version of pubs, aka izakayas, tend to be laid back, small quarters where the after work crowd can unwind with a few beers and some fried chicken and offal.
I wanted to find a memorable Japanese meal for Blaine’s birthday and I chose Pabu specifically for
“A gentle silence descended on them, suggestive of the flow of time.”
Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami
My first stroll through the Japanese tea garden was on a typically foggy San Francisco day in July when I randomly stumbled upon it while on my first run through Golden Gate Park.
It was gray and drizzly when I
Image courtesy Austin James Rea Photography
“I have learned that the swiftest traveller is he that goes afoot.”
– Walden, Thoreau
Blaine and I are big fans of exploring cities on foot. What better way to absorb the small details and surprises a city holds? In Tokyo, meandering from ward to ward is particularly satisfying because it’s the only