A couple weeks ago, me and a couple friend/s had the chance to spend most of the day in Little Tokyo. Afloat, most of the day felt, least for me, like I was walking on my toes. I find myself unusually sympathetic to this place. It’s always felt somewhat homey. Whether that be because it is, or the particular choice of company, I can’t seem to distinguish.

Maybe it’s the faux Japanese architecture. Edo Style walkways serving as portal to an idealized Filipino interpretation of Japan (Great food, everyone speak-a Engrish). That or the twenty something strides it only takes. Each one seems well worth its weight in gold. Value being attributed to how far from everyday realities it takes you.

We sat there for awhile. Enough time for the glare of the afternoon sun to slowly recede into the evenings blues. For that day, I don’t think I could have any happier. Reason/s being..

Kirin Strawberry Yogurt (Definitely not in the ballpark of Calpis Soda).

Takoyakis, fresh off the grill (or whatever it is that you call it).

Okonomiyaki. Toppings today, Egg, Bacon, Pork, and Welsh Onion.