We were there on their first weekend in business. A passable burrito and a tasty taco rice bowl, both of good volume. It’s not Tex-Mex or California style — it’s kind of like what my mother made for me back in the Midwest: a home-cooked meal of a borrowed cuisine, not authentic but tasty all the same.
"I'm from Libya," he said. I don't know what to say. It's as if he'd told me he'd just come from his father's funeral.
The first specialty coffee shop in Ikebukuro and Junkudo (bookstore) resonate.
Editing is interpreting.
The Riddle of Steel.
The man stands motionless in a crush of white-shirted salarymen, as they swarm past him, toward the single escalator.
Rêve de centre commercial-piscine
Birthday walk home