Pass the buckwheat, please.
This afternoon we ventured down to the oldest of the Okayama arcades on the west side to have lunch at a small hole-in-the-wall soba place, recommended by my Market friend, Kaz. Apparently the homemade soba is so special, that the place is only open 6 days a week from 11am-3pm, and often closes early due to frequent sellouts. Not to mention that the place only has 3 small tables. Not surprising by the time we were ready to squeeze out of there, there were a handful of people crowded in the tiny space waiting for the next available table. Here are a few pictures to document the experience:
From inside the Batcave
Traditional wall decor.
How to make soba noodles
How to eat soba : crank it open and toss it in.
Step 1: "itadakimasu."
Step 2: inhale to the overhead tunes of 'Stand By Me'.
Step 3: slurp obnoxiously.
Afterwards, we hopped back on our bikes to head towards the station, but not before seeing this playful game of "sumo arm wrestling":
What is sumo arm wrestling, you ask? [insert joke here] Pretty much another amusingly ridiculous extravaganza, complete with banners, loud speakers, and some guy dressed in an official referee shirt and the power of a whistle.
Next up is Japan's Hadaka Matsuri, or the naked festival in a couple weeks. Stay tuned.
Photos courtesy of Dagbert