Jackie_m
Yesterday, the news of the passing of the maestro Ennio Morricone arrived. I was surprised that in any program on any channel, his masterpiece "Cinema Paradiso" was mentioned as his representative work. While I do believe that the poignant and beautiful melody of "Cinema Paradiso" resonates with anyone, regardless of nationality, I was expecting a more major work to be mentioned before that. I wondered if there were any super-classic works like Nino Rota's "The Godfather" or Henry Mancini's "Sunflower" that surprisingly were not as prominent. The atmosphere in Asakusa was extremely humid yesterday, with the possibility of rain looming. It was still before 11:30 am, and many eateries start serving from that time, so I found myself at the entrance of Hisago Street behind Sensoji Temple. The Japanese soba restaurant with two old-fashioned but imported superbikes parked in front would probably already be open. The street seemed to have changed somewhat since the last time I visited, and I was more worried about whether the shops were still in business rather than the passage of time. However, seeing the preserved shop sign despite the shutter being down put my mind at ease. As a side note, the actual horsepower of the Italian 750cc superbike, boldly named Formula One, which was parked in front of the shop, is only around 60 horsepower, and I wonder how many people passing through this shopping street are aware of this fact. "Seisei Izakaya" Turning back without going all the way to Imon Street, I noticed a ramen shop along the way that seemed to be open. Although the curtain gave off a somewhat Showa-era Chinese vibe, the design of the shop was a synthesis of continental Chinese and izakaya styles, and based on my experience, the shop seemed to be more influenced by the continent. Despite this, I bravely entered and ordered the usual dish, and the order was relayed to the kitchen in their language. While waiting for the food and looking out at the arcade shopping street with decreased foot traffic, I surprisingly didn't feel too bad, perhaps because the recent decline in outdoor dining habits has allowed me to get enough sleep and avoid consecutive and fatal hangovers. The large collection of liquor bottles decorating the kitchen side, which I usually avoid, was actually quite intriguing. However, I don't drink during work (laughs). "Stone Pot Mapo Tofu" priced at 730 yen. The swiftly and moderately sizzling stone pot had a color that I didn't find unpleasant. The almond tofu, sesame dressing salad, and egg soup adhered to the aesthetic of the continental Chinese izakaya, and while watching the rapidly diminishing sizzle, I felt relieved. Using a metal spoon, I broke up the soft mass in the stone pot, and as the erotic scene of the pure white cross-section being invaded by a shocking red fluid unfolded, I found myself watching it first. If I were to review this restaurant later on Eatlog, I would notice the fluctuation in dishes and service due to changes in staff, and looking at the photos of the dishes, I would find that my mapo tofu looked the most appetizing! (laughs) (But I shouldn't be happy about it, as inconsistency in dishes and service reviews can damage the trust between customers and the restaurant.) Although the dish had a strong flavor of doubanjiang (and tianmianjiang) (in terms of visual quantity), it managed to separate the tofu and chili oil just enough, so oddly enough, by skillfully using the spoon to adjust the seasoning in my mouth within the stone pot, I was able to adjust the taste to my liking and finish the dish in high spirits. It might be a complete illusion, but this mapo tofu was a success.