Harumi (second from left) visited Japan last week. Two years ago she made a valiant effort to pound some basic Japanese language skills into me, Mike, and our neighbor Stu on Wednesday evenings. Then her husband retired from the Navy, they moved to Alabama, and I promptly forgot everything she taught me. This was painfully evident at the ranchi-pati in her honor when she and Hiroko had to take turns translating the conversation for me.When Matt goes to college this fall, I am going to get serious about learning the Japanese language. That and plowing through Ulysses ought to keep me out of trouble.
Yuuko (far left, above) gets credit for discovering the wonderful subterranean restaurant, Romanee. Everyone but Hisayo ordered korukke (potato croquettes) which were garnished with an extremely refreshing Italian leaf. Hiroko bravely bit off a stem and broke out in a smile so - after waiting a couple of minutes to make sure she didn't die - I followed suit and was rewarded with an explosion of icy cold water in my mouth.The menu was in Japanese and offered four different meals for 1,000 yen each. Two were fish, one was the croquette, and the fourth was a salad. Mike will definitely want to experience this restaurant so I'm pretty sure we will be taking Suzy and the kids there sometime in the next few days.
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