Not Lost In Translation

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Bill Murray Shirt; Vera Meat | Golden Eagle Talon; Paxton Gate

Bill Murray. Japan. Scarlet Johansson in a pink wig. Lost In Translation is one of those perfect movies. It combines two of my all-time favourite things: Tokyo and Bill Murray. I haven’t actually encountered either one but maybe someday soon. Today was inspired by both.

I have Ulcerative Colitis, and I’ve been battling back from a rather nasty flare up. One of my go-to food choices is always authentic Japanese cuisine. Every dish is so rich in oils and good fats that my intestines have no choice but to chill out and think long and hard about what they’ve done. Today, the boyfriend and I went on our weekly date to the comic book store and ended the evening at Shoya Izakaya and H Mart.

There’s the “Japan” part explained away. Now to Bill Murray. Two words. Vera Meat. This is both a girl named Vera and a brand—a weird and wonderful brand based out of New York. They specialize in bizarro jewellery that truly everyone needs some of; French bulldog puppy rings, spine necklaces, and one extra special ring of a dinosaur eating a chicken leg. I went to Brooklyn at the end of last year, and I couldn’t pass up a chance to check out one of her locations. This shirt was one of my many trophies. It’s covered in illustrations and quotes spanning Mr. Murray’s illustriously wacky career. It’s literally everything I’ve ever wanted in a shirt.

So. Dinner. Yadda yadda. I bounce all around that menu, but my constant obsession is the bowl of fried chicken skins. It’s the best thing I’ve ever jammed in my mouth and something to experience for yourself if you live in Atlanta. My other top picks are: special yakisoba, chicken mentai mayo skewers, BBQ eel, takoyaki, tuna tartare, and tantan miso ramen. That final dish brings me to my H Mart adventure. Oh boy, you’re gonna love this. I’m going to make tantan ramen from scratch.


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First time homemade ramen maker here. I will try my hardest to document this experience. I can’t make any promises though. I’ve obviously made hundreds of ramen packs in my life, but homemade authentic ramen is a different beast entirely. That broth holds mysteries that I intend to discover. I found almost everything the recipe called for at a regular grocery store, but there were two weirdos on there. Of course. Japanese sesame paste and Japanese chili bean paste. International grocery stores were needed, and I’ll take any excuse to blow money at H Mart. The candy and cookie aisles complete me.

The best part of this whole excursion: after checking out I realized I’d forgetten the most important part of the whole fluffin’ thing. Noodles. I had no noodles. Lucky for everyone involved there was one last 5lb box of ramen noodles. That should be enough for me and sixty of my closest friends. Excellent.

Wish me luck cuz I’m gonna need it.

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Sunglasses; Christian Dior ‘Les Marquises’ Spring 2011
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Backpack; Vintage Louis Vuitton GM Montsouris | Jeans; Thrifted

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