Comfort food

Living in BKK where Filipino food is hard to find (unless I cook of course, which I don't simply because I don't have a hot plate in my flat), I have turned to Japanese food as my next comfort food.

Although if I were to think of it, it's not really a comfort food. It has been a regular food for me. Most of the time, I only have two choices: Japanese or Italian. And since my favourite Italian fastfood in my friendly neighbourhood mall had closed down for renovation (I love their spaghetti in tomato sauce, tastes so homecooked), I am left with only one choice.

The past few days, I have been eating at Japanese restaurants everytime I was at the mall.

Yaoyi. Fuji. And today, after coming from the Korean embassy, Fumi (which means flavour in Nihongo).

I had ebi tempura to break my usual diet of sashimi (the sashimi set at any given Jap resto here in BKK, except for Sakura -- pity, I love that word and what it stands for -- is good, including the price). The set came with a side dish that tasted like chop suey to me. I was the second customer in the place (it was still relatively early for mallrats and city workers out to have lunch). I also like their wooden chopsticks because they don't break awkwardly unlike in Fuji.

I drink miso soup like I would water. I can finish it in seconds. And I like my sauce swimming in wasabi, the better to clean the nasal cavity. I also love green tea and whether it's hot or cold would depend on the weather although one would think that BKK is humid all-year-round (it gets colder in December).

The only thing that I probably haven't developed a taste for in Japanese food are the cold noodles. But we will come to that.