Jackie_m
Yesterday night, I feel like I had mapo tofu again. No, before that, I had pan-fried dumplings and fried eggplant, and then I had mapo tofu. Going back, for lunch that day, I had ramen and dumplings too. This is not what I intended at all, but lately I feel like I have been relying too much on Chinese food for the foundation of a healthy diet. Hopefully, I can develop a sense like in the Korean violent movie "Oldboy," where I can close my eyes and walk, following the scent of Chinese restaurants scattered along my daily route, and move freely anywhere. However, I have not been confined for 15 years and fed the same dumplings from the same restaurant three times a day, so it would be quite difficult for me to discern the changes in each restaurant and determine my position based on their scents. The sound of Chinese pop music from the speaker at "Sairaien" is oddly distorted. Could this be the limit of Chinese speakers? Or is it possible that a BOSS Super Distortion pedal is being used on the primary side of the speaker? It's not a musical distortion though... It's past 11:30 PM. There are three men who seem to be office workers as customers. More customers keep coming, and it's spreading quickly, showing that those who know, know. Within a 500m radius from Ueno Station, the only restaurants where I can find the mapo tofu that I like are "Gatei" on the east side of the tracks and somewhere around here on the west side. The "Mapo Tofu Set Meal" is ¥850. "Here is the herbal soup." It's always slightly lukewarm and has a mushroom broth, but I'm not sure if that's what makes it "herbal." At this point, the mapo tofu, in my opinion, is rich enough but slightly lacking in flavor. Ideally, soy sauce would cover this, but it has been removed from the table, perhaps for the sake of the new virus measures. So, the unique deliciousness of this mapo tofu, with chunks of garlic and the flavor of ginger, along with the wrinkled but smooth-skinned peanuts from "Nikki no Kashi" that I brought, is likely enhanced by the texture of the peanuts. I carefully avoid catching my coat on the neighboring plate and escape through the gap in the table, back into my Nakacho. However, I don't go to the Girls Bars that are bustling all around even during the daytime. I've mentioned this many times before, but as a mere salesperson, the concept of me being the one providing customer service while also paying money on top of that remains incomprehensible to me due to my work.

