Sitting at a table near the cook, who was transforming noodles, vegetables, spices and meat into masterpieces of meals, with amazing simplicity. Who we always assumed was his wife, shaped rice with a dish and prepared the meals, while a younger female refilled cups of tea from a water cooler, in which I always poured copiously with liquid sugar. The best restaurant in the world, where you ate, and then left to make room for the patrons waiting outside. The only place in the world, that served the best yakisoba....that still has me salivating 7 years later. The only place that I have been to, where they were constantly packed, but remembered their customers. Driving in early humid mornings, and laughing at twitching sea crab legs sprawled out on the highway. Driving along side the water which was so blue, and smelled of sea life. A world consisting of perfect sunrises and sunsets, atop a place of tranquility and peace. Combining the feel of th...
Life is too simple, to be played so hard.