A 600-Mile Quest to Savor the Fading Beauty of Japan’s Traditional Cafes The pizza toast was like liturgy, like an old friend comforting me as I wept into my hands. The pizza toast was everything I needed it to be at the very moment it arrived. When I first arrived in Japan as an undergraduate 19 years ago, I could hardly eat anything.
Web Excursions 2023-02-17
Web Excursions 2023-02-17
Web Excursions 2023-02-17
A 600-Mile Quest to Savor the Fading Beauty of Japan’s Traditional Cafes The pizza toast was like liturgy, like an old friend comforting me as I wept into my hands. The pizza toast was everything I needed it to be at the very moment it arrived. When I first arrived in Japan as an undergraduate 19 years ago, I could hardly eat anything.