A few shots from the cafe across the street. You know the one. The one that knows you. They know what size cup you want but ask anyway because that’s the way it’s done. The one that lets you pay whenever if you forget your wallet. There may be restaurant at the end of the universe, but it’s the cafe at the middle of the week that gets you through.
At the sushi bar you don’t understand a thing, which is okay really because it’s the taste buds that figure things out here. The myriad instructions, complex delivery system for the dishes, the whole intense microcosm of lunch hour. Such an ornate midday ritual, this gobbling of calories. I think I need an ibuprofen. But that was then. All shot on a Sony NEX-7 camera in Nara, Japan. All true. These images are all part of a unique foodie book […]
He was grateful for breeze block cafés, but he was never sure why. It wasn’t the food, generic Western Chinese fare mostly, ubiquitous and regretful. It might have been the coffee, but wasn’t – not the flavour, no, certainly not the kick of it (for there was none), not the stout little cup, a teaspoon clinking pleasantly. And not the service either. Though in truth he valued service not at all, good or poor. Maybe it came down to the […]