Abe and I gorged like bewitched children in a candy house when we ate at a Japanese restaurant with Aoki-Sensei, inventor of the Coconatch, Necomimi, and a furry iPhone cover that moves like a squirrel when charging.
“You guys love food and you make a food machine… ah now I see hahahahahahaha!!” Sensei said while raising his knee to slap it. Then we toasted with cheap and peppery sake in fits of umani ecstasy and giggling hysteria. He ordered all the hits: salmon sashimi, korokke, pumpkin tempura, udon, yakisoba, grilled fish, agedashi tofu, tamagoyaki, natto, and two different types of okonomiyaki. We ate EVERYTHING. And huuuuge portions of each dish at that. (We were still full from it until we described it, now we’re hungry again.)
Anyways, we had just wrapped up a big week by visiting ChaiHuo Hackerspace and we were hungry. So hungry that our souls were eating images of food that we had recently eaten from our brain.
As we waited for our friends to collect themselves to go out we imagined re-eating:
We really think a lot of our friends and mentors were worried about how we vacuumed and lauded our food that night, but they probably were just as impressed.