Food, cooking, eating
Country House, Toledo, Washington: “I want to stop at the EAT, you know the one? Plus, for ages, I have wanted to take a picture of that dilapidated ice cream cone thing. You know?” If you drive up and down I5 in Washington, you know exactly the place I mean. Well, blinded by hunger, we …
There’s a whole complicated process around making mochi that I can’t explain properly. I remember something about a mallet and a lot of pounding, and how it’s some unfortunate person’s role to flip the mochi between swings of the mallet. There’s a lot of pounding and the end result is something that’s a lot like …
In order to meet Brooks Takenaka at 5am, I fall out of bed at 430, groggy, dizzy, and luckily, jet lagged enough so that it’s not too much of a shock. I’m happy not to be driving, it’s hard enough to navigate Honolulu by day, all those street names made up of Ks and Ls …
Loads of kitsch, tough looking waitresses who are sweet as pie, and first rate diner grub. Go hungry. And don’t be fooled by the empty tables in this shot, it was 830. By the time we finished, stuffed with French toast, coffee, and a SOB hobo breakfast, there were easily a dozen people waiting for …
But it’s not like you have this opportunity every day. Apologies in advance for mistakes, squeaky singing, and general lack of talent. It had to be done. The one and only take is below.