The pursuit of an excellent restaurant began with a conversation I found myself in with a woman. In my awkward way, I said something to make a fool of myself, to try and pull another one of her laughs. The topic came up of my writing profession, and to extend the moment, I asked of her, her favorite places to eat. In reflection, I didn’t realize during the conversations with her that I was trying to survive the pain of the waking of my sleeping heart, roused by the mirth held in her eyes when she laughed.

Days later, when I spoke to my editor about new articles, the topic of restaurant reviews came up. Usually, before I go to a place, I do a little bit of research and prep-work, but I already knew where I must go: Yoshitomo. Upon looking up directions, I noticed that they seemed almost wh

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