Eating
I have a lot to learn.
Yokosuka is wonderful and terrifying all at once and I am completely unprepared.
I stumbled into a cafe this morning, despite my resolve not to drink coffee while I was here. While signs for “coffee” are everywhere (usually paired with hamburgers, oddly enough), there are, infact, no tea shops to be found. The first time I walked past it, I laughed at the Cafe Continue – what kind of name is that. The next time I walked past it, I peeked in the window and it looked really cozy. So I resolved to come back with a book and see what it was like.
Inside, Mori-san greeted me warmly and explained the different options. Luckily there was an expat sitting next to me that translated. We went with the “haasu blend-u” (house blend), and I later found out that Mori roasts all the beans himself. He brought out a handful of green coffee beans from the back and pointed to the coffee roasters behind him. Very cool! The coffee was great – much softer and more flavourful than the ol’ starbucks. The man next to me paid and left, and I noticed that his coffee was 1,400 yen (That’s around $15!!). Luckily mine was only 5. Luckily. hah.
After that I moved on to find a place for lunch. This is a scary, scary place. I feel so incredibly infantile, reading from picture menus and pointing to the nearest person around. I have to remember that this is my first day, I’m alone, and things will get easier.
What I pointed to ended up being the largest bowl of noodles I’ve ever seen. Quite possibly the size of my head. I wish I knew how to ask for a take-out box because I could have eaten this for the next few days.
