Showing posts with label Kokura. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kokura. Show all posts

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Chow Time: OCM Sandwich Factory

There is, culinarily speaking, so much to love about Japan - in particular the tradition of placing menu offerings in restaurant windows.  For one thing, one need not be fluent in Japanese to determine if the restaurant is suited to one's taste.  For another, all of this food is fantastically fake!!!  Fashioned out of plastic, these displays are exact replicas of the genuine articles, right down to the tiny veins on the shrimp.  While the quality of craftsmanship varies, as a rule the artistry is incredible.  Where does one begin in the effort to duplicate the gelatinous properties of a poached egg?  I can only assume that it is some prestigious, private university dedicated exclusively to the fine-food arts.

This is but a small fraction of the faux food we saw in Tokyo alone.
I was wont to photograph every window we passed but it became clear, on several occasions, that
I was holding everyone up with my attempt to document this food phenomenon for the folks at home.
Mary, with what I deemed an inappropriate overuse of air quotes, kept reminding me that nothing makes
a travelogue more fascinating than a never-ending slideshow of plastic food.  Seriously though,
outside of Los Angeles' Little Tokyo and a smattering of Japanese-market food courts, this can be
filed under things you just don't see in Southern California.  It was an exciting moment of cultural awareness!

While this is definitely more a novelty than a food reproduction, 
it had me falling in love with Japanese noodle-ry.  What is not to 
love about this levitating pair of ramen-laden chopsticks?  I ask you!

Most of the food replicas look really real and really good enough to eat.  Frankly, because I am such a scaredy-cat when it comes to exotic food adventures, I think I would rather eat the wax/plastic/foam rubber offerings than their more intentionally-digestible counterparts.

Quiz Time: Which one of these is the real food?

Trick question!  They're both real, but would you
actually want to ingest the contents of either tray?
Count me out!

In the face of many insistent pronouncements that McDonald's in Japan outshines its international peers, as staunch abstainers, we saw absolutely no reason to patronize the establishment that we so ably avoid at home.  Luckily (or perhaps unluckily - I was hoping to return home a few pounds lighter than when I left as the result of a self-induced starvation diet), there is no dearth of variety and accessibility to tasty fare in Japan, making McDonald's no more than a moot point.  Bound and determined to master the use of chopsticks and eat where the locals ate, we ate our fair share of traditional Japanese cuisine but every once in awhile, we got a hankering for something with more familiarity and much less roe.

Following in the tiny footsteps of our fearless tour guide and Japanese sister, we found our way to the first "American" (a term I place quite advisedly between quotation marks) food outlet of our trip.

OCM Sandwich Factory - Kokura, Japan

As it turns out, American sandwich bread is not a staple of the Japanese diet; the result is a disheartening absence of sandwiches.  Sure, there are a couple of Subway sandwich franchises in the airport terminals but you could spend a good deal of time convincing yourself that your growling stomach was actually saying the words "I hate you! Why are you doing this to me," before finding a proper sandwich after you've gone through Customs.

It is especially sad for me because I have had a lifelong love affair with sandwiches!  Honestly, with enough mayonnaise, you could pretty much put anything between two slices of bread and I am liable to make like Shaggy and Scooby and eat the whole thing in one bite.  Whenever we play the "If you could only have one food for the rest of your life" game I always choose sandwiches because it is broad enough category to incorporate a bevy of options.  At OCM Sandwich Factory, options are not a problem.

I think the staff of OCM was a little intimidated to see a couple of giant Americans
test the validity of their American-style sandwich claims.  I'm not complaining
but I did wonder when the last time the proprietors enjoyed an American sandwich;
some of the options were delicious but unusual - squash relish???

Instead of mayonnaise, OCM spreads on the Americana very thickly with vintage food tins, toys, and collectibles.

At any moment during our meal, I felt like I could make a local call home.

As much as we appreciated the attention to decor detail, we wanted a sammich!

Nami and Mary both got grilled chicken and, by the look of things, they were pretty excited.
We were all excited by the bill; sandwiches were only a few dollars apiece!

I ordered egg salad and hashbrowns!

Almost positive that Nami doesn't read this blog, I can finally let the cat out of the bag.
Knowing that I would be presented with all kinds of food that I wouldn't eat even
under extreme duress, and not wanting to be rude by turning my nose up at local
delicacies, I explained before my arrival that I had converted to strict vegetarianism
(eggs being an exception).  I even learned to say "Watashi-wa bejitarian dess (I am
a vegetarian)."  I missed out on a few carnivorous opportunities but actually
ended up loving my egg salad and hashbrown sandwich.

I know a few people who add fries to their burgers.  Clever.  Cliff Huxtable always snuck a few potato chips onto his hoagies.  Good thinking.  While putting a slab of crispy hashbrowns on a sandwich might not be American, it is pure genius

There may be an absence of fake food in their window, but OCM Sandwich Factory is a feather in the culinary cap of Japan.  If we ever make it back to those golden shores, OCM will be a definite item on our itinerary!  What do you like on your sandwich?  Do you have a sandwich shop near you that is the very best (let me know, I will travel pretty far for a good sandwich)?


OCM Sandwich Factory
2F Kondo Building #3-6
Senbamachi, Kokurakita-ku
093-522-5973


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Friday, October 25, 2013

Nippon Nuptials: Nami Getting Married

If there is one thing that the Japanese get right - and let's face it, they get just about everything right - it is weddings.  As I have mentioned, our latest adventure to the Far East was prompted by the nuptials of our Japanese sister, Nami, and our new brother-in-law, Masa.  And, boy howdy, did they have an incredible wedding!  With a preemptive, if altogether token, apology to my married friends, I must say that Nami and Masa's wedding was the best to which I have ever been witness.  

Unfamiliar with any part of the Japanese wedding ritual, we were beyond excited for some rich cultural immersion.  Graciously provided with a chauffeur/wedding guide/translator in the form of Nami's friend and co-worker, Kasumi, Mary and I were granted the once-in-a-lifetime privilege of seeing Nami get married in a solemn and wonderfully-traditional ceremony.

Mary with Erina (far left) and Kasumi (far right) at the pre-ceremony tea.
Unfortunately, I can't remember the name of the charming woman in the center.

The wedding - ceremony and reception - was held in a posh hotel in the heart of Kokura, Japan; it was the kind of swanky affair to which, under normal circumstances, we would surely never be invited.  Taking a few moments to observe, I saw that wedding guests were checking in at a reception desk and provided with a program that detailed the history of the bride and groom as well as the seating arrangements and a ticket for the pre-ceremony tea service.  Mildly overwhelmed and woefully inept at understanding Japanese, we were beyond grateful to have Kasumi and our new pal, Erina, to explain the protocol.  Following the tea, guests were directed to a covered patio in the hotel's massive gardens for the ceremony.  Kasumi instructed us to take a seat near the aisle so we could get a good glimpse of Nami as she entered; I know, it seems like something we could have figured out on our own but I had to laugh at myself because, honestly, without her instruction, what probably should have been obvious, was incredibly useful to these novices.

THE CEREMONY

The groom awaits his bride.

For a few moments we sat and marveled at the brilliance of the gardens when a swell of traditional Japanese music indicated that we ought look behind us to see the bride's grand entrance.  Well, despite having been given the best instruction to get an aisle seat, we were surprised to see no one at all.  With just the faintest panic that we had a runaway bride on our hands, we turned back toward the garden and saw a giant, red, paper parasol in the distance.  Nami wasn't coming down any lame aisle; as her father led the way and her mother held her hand, Nami was traversing the rocks and bridges of the gardens with her eldest brother holding the parasol.  Let me tell you, I was a basket case.  I am an unabashed crybaby but this was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen!


Nami was an absolute vision.
So used to seeing the twenty-year-old, tomboyish surfer that
lived with us many years ago, we were blown away by her transformation
into such an elegant woman - and that did nothing to stop the waterworks.

This is the officiant.
His job duties included not only directing the exchange of vows, rings, etc., he was
also responsible for inviting God's presence to the ceremony, skillfully playing the
flute, and shaking this incredible pompom.  Serious duties to be sure but...

 Let's just take a minute to get a bit of a close up on his fiendishly
 spit-polished platform shoes, why don't we?
I guess when invoking the presence of the Almighty,
one must reach a little closer to the heavens.

I can't fully express how much I loved the ceremony.
Because I couldn't understand any of the language, the allure of the exotic was
definitely a factor.  However, I really did appreciate all of the ritualistic aspects; the
ceremony was long enough to let us know that something actually happened.

Showing off the wedding bands.

Instead of throwing rice, or blowing bubbles, or releasing balloons, butterflies, doves or any number of other releasable objects, the tradition at a Japanese wedding is to shower the couple with a scattering of origami cranes - a symbol of good luck.  As soon as we arrived we got right to work, helping to fold as many cranes as we could before the big day.

Even though this image is blurry, it is my favorite from the wedding.
Raised separately by different parents in completely different countries and cultures,
I couldn't help but feel a particular, fraternal pride in my Japanese sister as she and her
new husband beamed.  They just radiate with joy! 

THE RECEPTION

Upon entering the ballroom (Mary and I got a sneak preview), I was immediately struck by how familiar it all seemed.  Large round tables, floral centerpieces, place cards, candles - it could have easily been any wedding anywhere in the world.

Having both spent time in Southern California, the bride and groom
 dedicated each table to the different cities they had visited while in the US.

The ceiling was covered by huge, cherry-blossom chandeliers and the seats were filled with gift bags!

And then there was the eight-foot-tall wedding cake!!!

The setting appeared lovely, if somewhat expected, but that was the end of any expectations being met.  Continuing the solemnity established by ceremony, the reception maintained a formal tone...good thing I wore my tux...

Why did everyone at the wedding think that Mr. Tiny was a waiter?

The food was unbelievable (not that I really ate any of it).
I think Japanese people must have an infuriating combination of high metabolism and hollow legs;
seemingly insatiable as course after course was delivered to the table, they ate it all!!
I told everyone at our table that at an American wedding, we would be lucky to get a salad, a dinner roll, an
entree, and a piece of cake.  Not only was the food incredibly plentiful, it was all about artful presentation.

Presented in a bamboo wishing well, the piece de resistance was the sashimi course.
After serving the tray, the server told us to wait until she filled the well with magical
 liquid from a magical vessel; it became obvious that the magical liquid was water
when dry-ice fog billowed out from under the sashimi.   

The bride and groom were announced and Nami's new outfit and dramatically-coiffed hair indicated that the production - complete with lighting and music cues, retracting walls and ceiling, slickly-produced videos, spotlights, costume changes, and musical numbers - was about to begin.

Mr. & Mrs. & Tiny & Mary

Over the course of the evening, Nami changed four times.
Each change required new hair and make up as well.
This tiered bouffant, festooned with flawless, fresh flowers,
was my absolute favorite!

Get a load of that cake!!!
The secret is that the cake is a fake!

There was, however, a very real cake.
The wedding coincided with Nami's father's birthday
 and there was a birthday cake to honor him.
The evening continued with yet another costume change.  This time instead of walking through the doors, the entire wall was raised for the newlywed's entrance.

To a soundtrack of Disney songs, the couple made their way from table to table lighting a candle.
For this portion of the evening Nami wore a romantic, Western-style gown.

Tiny & Mary dedicated a tune to the new Mr. & Mrs.
After all, what adds more romance to any occasion than a brother-sister duo...

Ours was not to be the only performance.  Beyond Tiny & Mary, there was plenty of music at the reception but a complete absence of dancing.  I will freely admit that dancing is usually my favorite part of any wedding.  I will also admit that I am not a big fan of the first dance, father-daughter/mother-son dance, or my least favorite of all, the money dance; they just take a lot of time before I am allowed to get out on the floor.

Normally, I would be disappointed by the lack of getting groovy but the Japanese wedding reception, marked by tearful speeches, heartfelt letters written by brides to their parents, and dramatic rituals, sets such a dignified tone that doing the Macarena would feel downright unseemly.  And then this happened...



Apparently, it is quite the fashion to have friends relieve the decorum with a choreographed, cross-dressing, musical presentation.  It was funny...and very strange; I guess they have an ardent appreciation for wacky tacky!

After the reception, we had a chance to meet the parents!
The reception ended but the fun was just beginning.  All the young single adults were invited to an after party at the hotel's cafe.

THE AFTER PARTY

The after party is where the happy couple indulged in some Western wedding
traditions including feeding each other cake.  The kiss has no place in the
traditional Japanese ceremony and no amount of glass clinking at the
reception will elicit a smooch.  Nevertheless, the after party guests demanded
some PDA.

The Japanese even find a way to make the bouquet toss more safe and refined;
instead of an over-the-shoulder toss to a group of blood-thirsty women, the
participants each take a ribbon; the ribbons are tugged and the person
holding the ribbon that is still attached to the bouquet wins!   

Even at the after party there was no dancing!  Although, there were plenty
of games, gag gifts, and inexplicable Mickey Mouse Jack-O-Lanterns.

The funniest part was watching a video only to surprised by a photo of the
 long-ago Halloween when our family dressed up as the cast of Hairspray (the original)
with Mr. Tiny as Mr. Pinky and Nami as Motormouth Maybelle.

This post might have lasted longer than the entire wedding but I never know when to leave the party...and this was a great party!

Congratulations Nami and Masa!!!  Thank you for a wonderful trip and an amazing wedding!  We wish you a lifetime of love, happiness, and wacky tacky!!!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny