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Kushiyaki
Sarah's friend Yuki made a reservation for us at Kisui, which means "native," in Hyuga, a place where my hostess has never eaten except with Yuki. We had a private room, with table and floor mats to sit on. We sat down, at place settings each set with a tray of four sauces in a row, a larger bowl of a fifth sauce, a bowl of cabbage and a cup of vegetable strips (2 daikon, 1 carrot, 1 cucumber) in water, and in the middle of the table the pot of oil began to bubble. Yuki ordered beer for herself and me, and Sarah had orange juice (she was driving - they're amazingly strict about that here). Yuki also brought her bottle of Shochu out of the keep (you buy a bottle of something good and the restaurant or bar keeps it, with your name literally written on the side, for you). The food for frying arrives shortly, beginning with pre-fried asparagus shoots wrapped in bacon and squid bits. Onna stick. I loathe asparagus: see Line 1 and add bacon. I love squid anyway, this was yummy. Once we'd devoured these, the oil was at a full boil - whenever I think of hot oil, a voice in the back of my head always says “boil'em in oil!" in a pirate accent, but I have no idea why - and other battered bits of food were laid out before us. Onna stick.
Dessert came in the form of a surprisingly refreshing banana ice cream (not at all overpowering, as banana flavor things tend to be) and a rectangle of wine-flavored gelatin. Why doesn't Jell-O make that kind?!?! Along with two pints of beer and one lemon-enhanced serving of shochu, the bill came to about 3200 Yen a piece - not bad for so much delicious stuff! Onna stick.
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