Birthday Party #1 and Ramen Museum
It was a combined-birthday weekend at the Blue Corn. Helen, John, Hiroshi, me, and some other people all have January birthdays, and Mooney was playing, so it was a good excuse for a party.
Opening Band
M is very happy about his cream soda float. Which he did not finish.
Jeff and Alex
The joint was jumpin'
Speedy and Andy
Speedy all riled up
At some point we went nextdoor to Fat Mam's for a 'quiet drink.' I think we were there for a few hours. All I know is that once we made it back to the BC, it was nearing 5 am. I'm not sure how this happened.
Bday girl
Um, yeah, I'm apparently eating Michael's head
Johnny. Kick-boxer. Brazilian. Very.
On Monday, which was a holiday for Jeff but not the kids, Jeff & I went to Shin-Yokohama, to the Ramen Museum. Yeah, you read right. It's entirely devoted to ramen, it's history, it's manufacture, and it's consumption. This is an old commercial:
These are examples of how ramen is made and some of the different kinds:
As we went down the stairs to the 'amusement park' portion of the museum (a recreation of a 1950's urban setting and it's many ramen shops), we saw this clock. I suppose it's meant to confuse you as to what time it really is as you step back a few decades. I think having it run backwards might have been more appropriate, but what do I know.
Some scenes of 'the street,' eternally caught in a 1950's twilight:
Some benches were set up in the 'square,' and we figured something was going on, so we sat down to watch. This guy came out with a box-contraption with handpainted slides, and started a presentation of riddles. Can you guess what book this is? was what we sussed out. Naturally, it was all conducted in Japanese, so we didn't have much hope of getting the candy prize for a right answer. Until a book with a picture of 4 shrimp on it was slid into view. The word for shrimp is ebi. Jeff shouted out "ABC's!" And guess what? He was right. What do you know. He got 3 pieces of candy for being the game gaijin.
Then the guy told a story with some slides. I guess this was sort of like going to see a puppet show in 1950's Yokohama.
We watched enough of the story to figure out that we couldn't follow it at all, and past this point, to be polite. Eventually, tho, the real reason for going to the Ramen Museum in the first place was calling us: Eating Ramen. We picked one of the 6 or so restaurants representing different regions of Japanese Ramen Cuisine, and we were not disappointed.
We stopped into the old five & dime store (or whatever the yen equivalent is) for some old-fashioned candies for the kids. Couldn't go home empty-handed, could we? We got them this gum that turns your tongue colors. Very effective and quite popular with the kids. They want to hurry to the ramen museum themsleves, so they can get more.
M was looking pretty goth after his shower and his lip- and tongue-staining gum, so Jeff had to take a picture. Very Robert Smith. Tell me this face isn't going to break hearts someday.
Opening Band
M is very happy about his cream soda float. Which he did not finish.
Jeff and Alex
The joint was jumpin'
Speedy and Andy
Speedy all riled up
At some point we went nextdoor to Fat Mam's for a 'quiet drink.' I think we were there for a few hours. All I know is that once we made it back to the BC, it was nearing 5 am. I'm not sure how this happened.
Bday girl
Um, yeah, I'm apparently eating Michael's head
Johnny. Kick-boxer. Brazilian. Very.
On Monday, which was a holiday for Jeff but not the kids, Jeff & I went to Shin-Yokohama, to the Ramen Museum. Yeah, you read right. It's entirely devoted to ramen, it's history, it's manufacture, and it's consumption. This is an old commercial:
These are examples of how ramen is made and some of the different kinds:
As we went down the stairs to the 'amusement park' portion of the museum (a recreation of a 1950's urban setting and it's many ramen shops), we saw this clock. I suppose it's meant to confuse you as to what time it really is as you step back a few decades. I think having it run backwards might have been more appropriate, but what do I know.
Some scenes of 'the street,' eternally caught in a 1950's twilight:
Some benches were set up in the 'square,' and we figured something was going on, so we sat down to watch. This guy came out with a box-contraption with handpainted slides, and started a presentation of riddles. Can you guess what book this is? was what we sussed out. Naturally, it was all conducted in Japanese, so we didn't have much hope of getting the candy prize for a right answer. Until a book with a picture of 4 shrimp on it was slid into view. The word for shrimp is ebi. Jeff shouted out "ABC's!" And guess what? He was right. What do you know. He got 3 pieces of candy for being the game gaijin.
Then the guy told a story with some slides. I guess this was sort of like going to see a puppet show in 1950's Yokohama.
We watched enough of the story to figure out that we couldn't follow it at all, and past this point, to be polite. Eventually, tho, the real reason for going to the Ramen Museum in the first place was calling us: Eating Ramen. We picked one of the 6 or so restaurants representing different regions of Japanese Ramen Cuisine, and we were not disappointed.
We stopped into the old five & dime store (or whatever the yen equivalent is) for some old-fashioned candies for the kids. Couldn't go home empty-handed, could we? We got them this gum that turns your tongue colors. Very effective and quite popular with the kids. They want to hurry to the ramen museum themsleves, so they can get more.
M was looking pretty goth after his shower and his lip- and tongue-staining gum, so Jeff had to take a picture. Very Robert Smith. Tell me this face isn't going to break hearts someday.
posted by Sandi at 2:42 PM
1 Comments:
ah...yes...johnny the brazilian kickboxer.
such a pretty pretty boy...but so south american (oh yeah, i *love* sweeping generalisations & stereotypes...don't we all?)
but after 2 fricking hours of him telling me how beautiful my aura is (apparently it's blue...), i got a bit tired of it all.
all he really had to do was whisper some portuguese in my ear (understand bugger all, but it just sounds sexy...) & i would have dragged him home...but no he had to destroy that mysterious brazilian-ness with aura crap.
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