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It seems that as the number of herbivorous men increases, the number of carnivorous women is also increasing. The smoking rate for men continues to decline, while it is increasing for women. Recently, I have been seeing long-distance truck drivers and bus drivers quite often. As I observe fierce women drinking alone in bars, I can't help but feel that men are increasingly feeling out of place, whether at home, in the workplace, or at bars. Darwin said, "It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." These words resonate with me deeply these days. Who was the person who said, "The weak one, thy name is woman"? It wasn't for saying such inappropriate things. While feeling a strange sense of superiority, I recently experienced a lonely barbecue at a place called Sumiyaki Yakiniku in Shio-koji, just a little west of Kyoto Station. It had probably been about a year since my last barbecue. I, too, have been losing my appetite for meat. There is no burning passion, no overflowing emotions. After work, when I got off at Kyoto Station, my choices were either to cook at home or eat out. I had hamburger ingredients ready at home, but I suddenly remembered a review by a reviewer in Kyoto about this restaurant and decided to go for a charcoal-grilled barbecue and warm Makgeolli after a long time. Just like yakitori, meat is best when grilled over charcoal. There were tempting items like hoso (thin) and hormone sets, but for some reason, I hesitated to eat such rich foods. In the end, I chose upper kalbi, upper harami, and tendon, but it's all lean meat. The kalbi was well-cooked to remove the oil and was deliciously tender and fragrant. The harami was moist and had a deep flavor. The tendon was so-so. The meat was surprisingly tough, which bothered me. I used to love rubbery steaks, but is this also a sign of aging? The kimchi we ordered together, including kakuteki, Chinese cabbage kimchi, and oi kimchi, had just the right amount of spiciness and complemented the barbecue well. The cabbage provided as a chopstick rest was refreshing with a light dressing, which was nice. What wasn't good was the alcohol. The first beer was good, but the chamisul rock filtered with bamboo charcoal was finished after three sips. Is this all? It felt fleeting. The highball was so diluted that I thought they had made a mistake with the amount of whiskey. It was tasteless. It only tasted like a normal chu-hi after it was turned into a vodka highball as written on the wall. Perhaps the manager is weak with alcohol. I think a complete review of the alcohol recipes would be beneficial.