Speaking of cankles* (the cranky part)...
Exactly how did I get them? Let's recap. Wednesday (times PDT) 0700 - I woke up in San Jose. (Yeah, I know the way...) 1030 - Wonderful brother dropped me off at SFO 1330 - I was seated in a wonderfully empty row in Premium Economy on JAL 057 1335 - We took off; I fell asleep. 1530 - I awoke in time to have a meal Let's chat about that. I believe in trying the local food when possible and within reason. Choosing reheated tempura, reheated on a bed of rice, no longer qualifies as within reason. Mushy is an understatement. Ketchup? NOOOO! (We'll be delving into the joy of "kecap" later on this trip. Man, the Brits outdid themselves with the "emblandishmentification" on that one!) The soba noodles were ... unremarkable? The salad was ... iceberg lettuce? (Ranch dressing??? That's not Japanese. Especially if it's Heinz!) The garbanzo and cuke salad was bland but a blast to succeed in eating with chop sticks. (Yup, I can handle 'em