Much of the first months of 2008 was spent in the consumption of meats. This is their tale.
Japan is by and large a cold country. Sure it’s summers are scorching, but it’s winters are long and harsh. As this was my 5th winter, I had come to the conclusion that my California background did little to prepare me for the onslaught of cold, and I was by and large a cold weather pussy. Seeing another season of coughing and phlegming, I turned to those most suited to deal with the problem: Mongolians.
They prescribed a healthy dose of what they use to survive the frigid winters in their native lands: Meat
Not just any meat, mind you. This was a particular variety of meat especially suited to deal with our current problem. The all-you-can-eat variety. Or in Japanese: バイキング. Which sounds like “biking” which is their attempt at “Viking” which is their way of acknowledging that no Japanese person will ever be able to pronounce the Swedish word “Smörgåsbord” so hey let’s just pick something else Swedish. And nothing says “Sweden” like “Norway” so let’s go with “Viking.”
Now they insisted we ease into it with some beginner meats.
But we quickly moved on to cow-proper.
And frankly we left the entire restaurant in shambles.
This proved to work so well in combating the cold that when Ann came to visit from Hong Kong (which doesn’t drop below slightly warm in wintertime) we made sure to find another restaurant carrying viking meat and we repeated the process several times, this time with a camera slightly better than my shitty cell phone.
It wasn’t all meat (unfortunately). There was some decidedly non-meat related meals taken and even some places visited that didn’t have anything to do with dead animals.