Tonight, my parents and I sat down at a Japanese restaurant, known as Hinode (which really looks like "Hindoe"). The meal, apparently, came with miso soup, that, if you want a kid to get their taste buds with lots of variety, well, don't let them have it. The reason is that this particular one has little tofu or veggies, and more salty than it obviously should be. Next I shared a giant mound of seaweed salad, decked out with frozen (food dyed?!?)carrots. Nevertheless, I declared it as one taste, not as aftertaste, nor is it a delicious foretaste. Slightly after my third bite of seaweed goodness, I tasted a unique twist to a regular sort of age (aah-gay)tofu- it wasn't half bad, I admit, but many children may think its kind of weird or gross. My mother and I got a vegetarian box, including: special vegetable rolls which were technically colorless in a word,vegetable gyoza(a.k.a,dumpling)that looked and tasted like they were made in a Chinese manufacturing company in Portugal that had never seen better days,however,the vegetable tempura happened to be the best tempura I have eaten since I dreamt of going to Japan. A very unfortunate moment of service happened when I ate age tofu, and my mother was in a mood for tea. By the time she got her tea, we were in the middle of eating our vegetarian box. Joe Tex reminds us that one monkey don't stop no show, and yes, we agree, but I ask "What about fifteen monkeys?".
Enjoy your next bites,
The Tiny Tastebud
