Tag: Asian food
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decompression
Friday night after work: We’re at the far end of the bar, enjoying a frosty cold one at One Barrel Brewing Company. “Wait, you’re at the end of the bar? Then who’s taking the photo?” I’ve got a new camera. It’s got legs and even makes me coffee in the morning. Okay, I’m taking the Read.
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Natt Spil
I used to work on cap square so I must have walked I don’t know how many times past Natt Spil and wondered what was in there. It looked like maybe it was a restaurant, or it could have been a bar, but then again for all I could tell from the minimal signage and Read.
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sushi
It was a dark and stormy night, filled with snow and sleet driven by a lashing wind. Why would any sane person want to spend any amount of time walking the streets of Madison tonight? Well, because there was all-you-can-eat sushi at Restaurant Muramoto tonight. We thought about going to Restaurant Muramoto tomorrow night, in Read.
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sake
How could I have lived so long without knowing what good sake tasked like? For years, every glass of sake I’d brought to my lips smelled like turpentine and tasted worse. I really, really didn’t like sake until I was stationed in Japan for four years and was lucky enough to meet people who not Read.
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full
Umami, the one and only place in this town to eat a delicious bowl of ramen, finally opened the patio they’ve been working on out front of their shop. My Darling B caught the news of this announcement somewhere and we made a date to meet after work yesterday. I hoofed the eight or ten Read.
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Umami
My Darling B spent just about all day in her garden yesterday, happily digging up a four-by-eight plot of ground, then inching her way along on all fours poking holes in the dirt and burying seeds for lettuce and peas and I don’t know what else. When she finally came indoors late in the afternoon Read.
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Oishii desu!
It’s not like Madison needs another restaurant, but we’re pretty happy that Umami opened on Willy Street anyway. We stopped there for dinner after work today and each slurped up a bowl of ramen the likes of which we’ve not enjoyed since we left Japan almost six years ago. We’ve tried ramen at a few Read.
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