Lately, I had been feeling that my connection to Japan had started to wane. I hadn’t eaten any Japanese food recently. I hadn’t watched any Jvloggers–or at least the Jvloggers I had watched were reporting from places other than Japan. Despite the fact that my house is littered with “things Japanese” (one of the first books I read on Japan) like Sumo Banzuke, kanji workbooks and flashcards, tonkatsu sauce bottles and more, I had been thinking that maybe it was time to pack it all away.
Luckily for me, a new co-worker and I arranged to go out for ramen–we finally have some decent if rather expensive places to eat ramen in Toronto after years of neglect. She had recently come back from Japan before starting work at my school, so she was still jonesing for Japanese food. I don’t blame her. As you can see from this post, or this one, or even this one, I do a fair bit of that in my life.
She ordered the soy based ramen while I had the spicy pork based version. I ordered some gyoza, expecting to share at least one of them. She declined my offer twice, so I quickly ate the delicious little buggers up before she could change her mind.
I don’t know whether it was the spicy ramen that I ate, or the loud and genki (look it up) staff, or just the positive nostalgia we were sharing, but after going for ramen, my positive feeling of Japan returned.
That seems reason enough to call it Today’s Perfect Moment.