Cooking Bento and Bar Hopping
I went to the supermarket to get ingredients for my bento art. On the way there, I met my neighbor, Inoue-san, and said hello. I chose udon as the main dish. On the way back home, I met Shinobe-san. He always looks smart and sophisticated. I spent an hour preparing my bento art. I prepared two bento boxes and gave them to my parents. I visited the bar Nagomi. I only had grilled shishamo. I had dinner at home and went out again. I visited the bar Ajia-tei. Next, I went to a tonkotsu ramen shop called Hakata-ya. It was the first time I had eaten ramen in almost a year. Finally, I visited the bar Naoki. I met a funny man from Okinawa. He gave me a glass of shochu and water. I drank enough to get drunk that night. I went to bed just after midnight.
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- Cooking Bento And Bar Hopping I went to supermarket to get ingredients for bento art. On the way there, I met a neibour Inoue-san and said hello. I chose udon noodle for main dish. On the way back to home, I met Sinobe-san. He is always looking smart and sophisticated. I cooked bento art for an hour. I prepared two bento and gave them to my parents. I visited the bar Nagomi. I only had grilled sihamo fish. I had dinner at home and went out again. I visited the bar Ajia-tei. Next, I moved to a tonkotsu ramen noodle shop called Hakata-ya. It was the first time to have ramen since almost a year. Last, I visited a bar Naoki. I met a funny man who is from Okinawa. He gave me a glass of shochu water. I drunk enought that night. I went to bed just after midnight.
Contemporary artist based in the Netherlands. I’ve learned at an Art College and Culinary Institute. I attempt to connect ART and FOOD.
