Mr. Sato
Soba restaurant chain’s claim leads us to cross the standard line of where tempura is supposed to go.
Will the food conquer our reporters, leaving them smiling as they head home, or is it a disaster-in-the-making?
There will be no waffling over these wafers once you catch sight of their stupendous size.
We stumble upon Butch, possibly the last remaining iPhone liner-upper in the wild, and see what makes him tick.
We aren’t sure what we were expecting when he told the Shogun “do whatever you think is best,” but we weren’t expecting this.
A tiny part of a kanji is all that separates these place names in written form, but there’s a much bigger difference in their respective atmospheres.