Naniwa no Timothy
Recently, I have been strangely intrigued by a certain individual. This individual goes by the name of Gyoza. I decided to visit a good restaurant in the underground corridor of my beloved Osaka Station Building, and on my way back from a certain errand, I jumped off at Umeda Stenchi and hurriedly made my way down the edges of the building. The real retro world that tickles the hearts of those who have a Showa nostalgia. I always walk absentmindedly, reminiscing about the past, and my heart always dances. Just when I was about to give up on my wandering, I saw the words "Gyoza specialty store" in a corner of the First Building. Overjoyed at this wonderful encounter, I entered the store as if being drawn in by a ray of hope. I ordered pan-fried gyoza, pan-fried cheese gyoza, and draft beer. The pan-fried gyoza came with a note advising to eat it with only vinegar and citrus. I obediently followed the instructions. It was somewhat lighter than when eating xiaolongbao with black vinegar only, but a bit too bland for my taste. Next, the note suggested mixing equal amounts of vinegar, citrus, and soy sauce to eat the gyoza. This was just right for me, a lover of fermented seasoning. Yes, delicious. Next was the pan-fried cheese gyoza. Topped with pink peppercorns and dried parsley, it was beautifully golden brown and retained the richness of the cheese while adding a pleasant freshness. Truly a perfect match. I added another glass of dry beer. Intrigued, I also added the plum and shiso gyoza. The plum and shiso were imagined to be kneaded into the filling, but they were actually visible on top of the gyoza. After the pan-fried and cheese gyoza, the plum and shiso gyoza was a clever move. The acidity and saltiness of the plum, along with the chopped shiso, delivered a fresh breeze. Indeed, when kneaded in, the balance changes, and the fresh breeze does not blow. Despite being a one-man operation, the owner was very friendly and efficient. Ah, what a pleasant atmosphere. Before I knew it, the restaurant was full. Having finished my meal, I carried the two words of "return visit" in my heart and once again slipped through the curtain, searching for a partner for my next kiss.